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Meet Me Behind The Mall

Pairing: shy!Peter Parker x popular!Reader

Synopsis: after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, who’s secret you recently figured out

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In his peripheral vision, Peter could see a tiny piece of paper being pushed onto his side of the lab table. He curiously looked at it, then up at you. You nodded your head towards the note so Peter unfolded it.

“What’s the answer to number 7?” The note read. Peter glanced up at the professor before scribbling down the answer and passing the note back to you. You read his response and circled the correct answer. A few seconds passed when another note was passed across the table. Peter picked it up and opened it to reveal three hearts drawn around the words “thank u!”. Peter felt his face flush and looked over at you again. You gave him a thumbs up before going up to hand in your test.

After class, you caught up with Peter in the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Thank you so much for helping me in there. I counted up all the answers I was confident I got right and it wasn’t enough to get a pass. I just don’t get this unit.”

“You’re welcome.” Was all Peter could say. He thought about offering to tutor you or telling you he also struggled with the topic, but he felt too shy to get anything more out than a cordial response.

“I bet you did really well. You always do. God, I wish I was as good at science as you are. It’s just never come naturally to me. How do you always know the answer?” You asked him as you continued to walk together.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He shrugged and immediately scrunched his face in embarrassment. He wished he could be better at conversing with you, especially since you were always so nice to him. He saw a pack of your friends coming down the hallway and they waved you over, putting your conversation out of it’s misery.

“Bye, Peter. I’ll see you next class. Have a good weekend.” You waved to him as you ran to catch up with your large group of friends. He knew he should return the sentiment but instead stayed silent and gave you a pathetic wave back.

That night, the cheap alcohol of the frat party didn’t sit well with you so you headed home early. You were a pretty far walk from your dorm but felt too nauseas to get into a car. Instead, you started walking home and let the cold New York air calm you down.

“Where are you going, gorgeous?”

You felt panic drop in your stomach at the sound of a man’s voice somewhere in the darkness but kept walking to your dorm. The sound of footsteps behind you picked up behind you so you quickened your pace. You could still hear music coming from the party you had left so you knew people were nearby if worst came to worst.

“Hey. I’m talking to you. Where are you going?”The man asked as he caught up to you and walked beside you. You ignored him and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. He suddenly took you by the elbow and you froze in fear.

“Come on. Don’t be rude. Just give me a smile and I’ll leave you alone.” The man said with a sickening smile as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Please. I’ll give you whatever you want from my bag. Just leave me alone.” You pleaded and moved away from him. He snatched your purse from your hands and started to rummage through it.

“What the hell is this? This is just full of receipts.” He grimaced in disgust and pulled out a handful of crumbled receipts.

“I don’t want to throw them out in case I need to return something one day.” You said meekly.

“Do you even have a wallet? All I’m finding is lip gloss.” The man said as he picked up five different lip products from the bottom of your bag.

“Oh, I’m sorry you didn’t find a better person to rob.” You scoffed sarcastically. The man looked up at you with a primal look in his eyes.

“Oh, you think you’re funny? I don’t like girls who think they’re funny.” He said and gripped your elbow again. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. Before you could tell him to let to, Spiderman dropped down next to you. You cracked a smile at the sight of him and let out a sigh of relief.

“Sir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but that purse does not to with that outfit.” Peter sassed and moved his hands in dramatic exasperation.

“Huh?” The guy said and let go of you.

“Now, you better not have left a bruise on this lovely lady’s elbows or you and I are gonna have a serious problem.” Peter warned as he shot a web at the guys pants. He yanked them down and the man’s jeans fell to his ankles.

“Hm. I did not peg you for a boxers guy. Your whole vibe screams “Fruit of the Loom” tighty whities. Yet now I stand corrected.” Peter said as he tilted his head to the side. You covered your mouth and let out a laugh, making the man grow angry. He went to lunge at Peter but tripped over his dropped pants.

“Uh oh. Someone’s angry. Maybe your whities are a little too tighty.” Peter commented as he pinched his fingers together. You laughed again as Peter shot a web at your purse.

“I’ll take that.” He quipped and yanked the purse out of the man’s hands.

“Thank you!” Peter said politely as he caught your purse.

“Hey!” The man shouted.

“Hey?” Peter laughed. “You’re yelling at me like it’s yours.”

The man tried to lunge at Peter again and ended up falling flat on his face. Peter took that as his cue to wrap an arm around you and pick you up to swing you to safety. He landed a few blocks away and carefully put you down. You stared at him through the mask as he put you down, your faces just inches apart. Peter gulped and felt his entire face go red beneath the mask.

“Thank you, Spiderman.” You smiled softly at him as you slowly withdrew your arm from around his neck.

“You’re very welcome, miss. I believe this belongs to you.” He said as he put your purse back into your hands. Your eyebrows knit together suddenly in confusion and you let out a short laugh.

“Wait, Peter?” You asked, making Peter’s heart drop.

“Uh, what?” He gulped. “Who’s that? I’m your friendly neighbor Spiderman.”

“Right. Sorry. You sound just like this guy in my chemistry class.” You laughed and shook your head. Peter felt his blush spread all the way to his ears over you recognizing the sound of his voice. You ran in different circles at school, you being apart of the popular group of girls and him belonging to a small group of local nerds. That being said, your ever present kindness towards him left him to develop a small crush on you.

“Oh. Well, that’s not me. But he sounds really handsome.” Peter replied, making you laugh again.

“He is.” You nodded without an ounce of sarcasm in your voice. This piked his curiosity and he leaned in a little.

“He is?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” You nodded. “In a hot nerd kind of way. Like Spencer Reid. But kinda short. Which I’m not sure why I’m telling you now that I hear myself.”

“It’s okay. I like that show too.” He chuckled shyly. “He sounds really cool.”

“He is really cool. At least, I think he is. But I’m not really sure. Everytime I try to talk to him, he looks away.” You sighed like you were disappointed. Peter realized you were a little drunk and probably didn’t know what you were saying. Even if that was the case, it was still nice to hear.

“Maybe he’s just shy. And doesn’t know how to look pretty girls in the eye.” Peter said as he kicked a rock around with his foot.

“That’s a shame.” You smiled sadly. “Because I think he and I could be friends if he ever learned to look at me.”

Peter stopped messing with the rock and looked up at you. There was a smallness to you tonight that shone through your party dress and heavy makeup. Your typically bright hand bubbly demeanor was cloudy by something you weren’t telling him.

“Maybe he’ll start.” He told you.

“I hope so.“ You answered honestly. “He seems nice. I could use a friend like him.”

Standing under that streetlight, Peter noticed a sadness to you for the first time. You were usually in a circle of friends all wearing smiles but right now, you seemed completely alone down to your bones.

“So how was your night?” He asked in a quiet voice. You stared off into the distance as your eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.

“Do you ever feel completely alone despite being in a room full of people you know?” You asked him.

“I do, actually. All the time.” He answered. You looked at him and smiled sadly.

“Do really, Spiderman?” You asked with hope in your voice. It wasn’t that you wanted him to feel alone. You just wanted to know you weren’t the only one who felt that way.

“I do. Is that how you felt tonight?”

“I don’t know. I guess. Sometimes I make jokes and my friends all look at each other. And they all make this face as if they’re thinking the same thing. And what they’re thinking is that I’m a freakish alien who they’re embarrassed to know. That’s how I felt tonight.”

“Well that’s no fun. And you’re not a freakish alien. You’re very funny.”

“And you know that because you’re the cute guy in my chemistry class?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“I’m not him. I’m just guessing that you’re funny. So maybe you are an alien. I don’t know. This is our first time meeting.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes. “So how do you think you did on the last test? I actually feel pretty confident.”

“I don’t know because I didn’t take any test because I’m not the guy in your chemistry class. Now can I walk you home? It’s freezing out here and I have no jacket to offer you.”

“Sure, thanks. I’m this way.” You said and pointed in the direction of your dorm. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards your dorm.

“You should get a friend to walk with you next time you leave a party. It’s not safe to be out here by yourself. Especially with guys like that going around snatching purses.”

“I know. I asked my friends but they weren’t ready to leave yet.” You shrugged.

“And they let you walk home alone? Drunk? Sounds like you need some new friends.” Peter joked but you nodded in agreement.

“I know. But you know how friends can be. They still wanted to party. Why should I be their problem?” You shrugged again, making Peter frown.

“It’s not a problem to look out for you.” He said simply.

“That’s easy for you to say. You look out for everyone. It’s your job.” You reminded him.

“I’m not just saying that because of my job. It wouldn’t be a burden to take care of you no matter who I was.” Peter replied, making you stop walking. He looked at you and you looked that you had been waiting your whole life to hear what he had just said.

“Thank you.” You said with a fond smile.

“You’re very welcome.” Peter replied in an equally soft voice. You kept walking in comfortable silence until you reached the girls dorm.

“This is my dorm.” You told him. Thanks again for walking me home. And getting my purse back for me.”

“Anytime.”He nodded. “I just hope it doesn’t happen again. But if it did, you know.”

“You’d be here.” You finished his sentence.

“Exactly.” He smiled. “You can count on it.”

You couldn’t see the smile under his mask but you knew it was there. You held up your purse to show him that you had it before walking up a few of your dorm steps.

“See you at school?” You asked him.

“Don’t think so.” Peter chuckled. You squinted your eyes as if you didn’t believe him but eventually shrugged.

“That’s too bad. Good night.” You waved to him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.

“Good night.” He called after you.

Once Monday came, you were determined to talk to Peter. You didn’t have chemistry that day so you’d have to find him elsewhere on campus. You knew he usually hung out in the library so you went there to check. Sure enough, he was at a table with his friends Ned and Miles.

“Hey, Peter.” You greeted as you walked up to him.

“H-hi.” He stammered. “What are you? I mean, how are you up? I mean, how are you? What’s up?”

“There we go.” Ned nodded. “I knew he’d get there eventually.”

“I’m good.” You replied. “How are you doing?”

“Ooo. Is this your girlfriend from chemistry class?” Miles asked as his raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Is that what you told them?” You smiled in surprise as you looked at Peter.

“No. I didn’t. I swear.“ He assured you as his entire face went red.

“He did show us the note you gave him.” Ned told you.

“Oh yeah. Three hearts. I didn’t realize you guys were so serious.” Miles teased Peter as he gave his friends a look that begged them to stop.

“I never said she was my girlfriend.” Peter whispered harshly to them. You could tell he was getting embarrassed so you played along to save him. You frowned and ran your fingers through his hair before letting your hand rest on his cheek.

“What? You didn’t tell them about us, baby?” You asked and titled your head to the side. Miles and Ned’s made surprised faces as Peters entire face went red.

“W-what?” Peter sputtered out.

“I’m messing with you.” You smiled. “But I do need to talk to you.”

“Oh, uh, okay. Sure.” Peter said and moved his bag so you could sit down. You looked at Miles and Ned and smiled timidly.

“Privately.” You clarified. Miles and Ned “oooo”ed as you walked away from their table and went into the hall.

“Dude, follow her.” Ned told him and pushed Peter up from the table. Peter nervously fixed his hair and got up to follow you.

“What’s up?” He asked once you were alone. You looked around to see who was watching before stepping closer to him.

“I just wanted to thank for getting my purse back for me. It’s my favorite bag. And my favorite lip combo was in there. You really saved me.” You said and squeezed his arm in appreciation.

“Oh, you’re welcome. Anytime.” Peter said waved his hand like it was no big deal. Your lips curved into a wicked smile and Peter realized his mistake.

“Shit.” He whispered as you jumped up and down and clapped your hands.

“I knew it!” You whispered. “I knew that was your voice!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quickly.

“Yes you do.” You grinned and poked him in the chest.

“I really don’t.” He shrugged but he knew he was caught.

“Then why are you so flustered right now?” You folded your arms to ask him. Peter touched his burning cheek and debated telling you his face always did that around you.

“I’m not.” He lied.

“Your face is hot.” You pointed out as you touched a cold hand to his cheek.

“Psht. Your face is hot.” He scoffed and pushed your hand away.

“Thank you.” You said pointedly. “But you and I both know that I figured out your little secret. There’s no point in denying it now.”

“I don’t have any secrets. So you don’t know anything.”

“Come on, Peter.” You whined. “I’ve been waiting all weekend to tell you that I know. I wanted to text you but I don’t have your number and I couldn’t find you on Instagram. You have one, don’t you?”

“I’m not on social media.” He told you.

“Okay. That’s serial killer behavior but I’m willing to look past it if you confirm my suspicions.” You said and excitedly drummed your fingers on your chin.

“I’m not Spiderman. So I cannot confirm your suspicions.” He whispered for only you to hear. You smirked a little before shrugging.

“I guess you can’t.” You sighed. “It’s weird though, right?”

“What’s weird?” He wondered.

“That I never said you were Spiderman. I just thanked you for getting my purse.” You said with a coy smile. Peter hung his head in shame as he confirmed to you for the second time that he was in fact Spiderman.

“I knew it! I knew it was you. I even recognized the way you walk.” You said proudly.

“What do you know about the way I walk?” He asked with a shy smile.

“You walk really stiff like you’re holding two invisible briefcases.” You explained and demonstrated for him with a near perfect imitation of how he walked.

“What? No I don’t. Oh wait. Yeah, I kinda do.” He realized as he watched you.

“You definitely do. Now can you please just tell me I’m right? I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. I need to hear you tell me I was right.” You begged him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Peter playfully rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed.

“You right.” He mumbled.

“Yes! I knew I was right!” You cheered. “Everything makes sense now. That’s why you’re always disappearing or yawning or bruised. You’re probably up every night getting girls purses, aren’t you?”

“Not always purses.” He instead. “Sometimes it’s bikes. And one time, a mean chihuahua.”

“Wow.” You said with genuine amazement. “So how long have you been doing this?”

“Since I was 15.”

“15? Damn. I was exhausted from working 4 hours a week at Kohl’s at 15. How do you do it? You must be so tired.” You frowned and rubbed his arm kindly.

“It’s tiring but someone has to do it.” He shrugged. “Just like someone has to hand out Kohl’s cash.”

“Thats true.” You chuckled. “And that’s a very selfless way to look at it.”

“Oh. Thank you.” He smiled shyly. “But please, you can’t tell anyone about this. Nobody else knows.”

“Duh.” You replied. “This is our secret.”

“Yeah. Ours.” He smiled and felt his face heat up at the mention of something belonging to only the two of you. Your moment was cut short by one of your friends coming up to you and completely disregarding Peter.

“Hey, girl. I need your notes from class today.” She said to you.

“Oh, sure. How come you weren’t there?” You asked her.

“Liz and I went got coffee instead.” She replied. Peter could tell you were hurt they didn’t ask you to come get coffee but you just smiled and nodded.

“I’ll text them to you.” You told her.

“Thanks. Let’s go to the library. I need you to look at my English paper and tell me if it’s good.” She said and nodded towards the library. You looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Bye, Peter. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You told him before leaving with your friend.

“Why were you talking to that lesbian?” Your friend asked you as you walked away.

“That wasn’t a lesbian. That was my friend Peter.” He heard you tell her before going into the library. He watched you disappear and let out a little sigh. He knew he was going to over analyze that entire conversation for probably the rest of his life, or at least until the next time you spoke.

That weekend, Peter headed to the mall a few blocks from campus to do some wandering by himself since Ned was busying. He did a little shopping before taking a seat on the mall fountain to check his texts. He was so engrossed in his phone that he didn’t notice you walk up to him.

“Well, well, well.” You chuckled, making him look up at you and blush.

“It’s a fountain, actually.” Peter deadpanned, making you crack a smile.

“You’re stupid. Move over.” You laughed and sat beside him. Your knees were touching which made Peters face warm up the way it always seemed to around you.

“Should I be worried? I’m starting to think you might be stalking me.” He teased you.

“Excuse me? I was just walking around and saw you. You’re the one who keeps ending up placed I’m already in.”

“Sounds like something a stalker would say.” He said out of the corner of his mouth.

“You wish I was your stalker. Now come on, give me the haul. What did you buy?” You asked him and nodded towards his bag.

“Socks and boxers.” He smiled proudly and held up his items.

“Oh shit. You did not come to play.”

“I really didn’t.” He played along, making you laugh again. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile and he stared back with a matching one.

“What?” He wondered.

“You’re talking to me.”

“So?” He laughed shyly. “You’re talking to me.”

“No, I mean, like. Full eye contact. And full sentences. Who is this man? I’ve been waiting to meet him forever.” You teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I guess it’s easier to talk to you now that you know my secret. You’re not as scary anymore.”

“I was scary before?” You gasped and pretended to be offended.

“Yes. Girls like you are very terrifying to me.”

“Girls like me?” You smiled coyly.

“Pretty girls who are nice to me. I really wish you were a giant snake or the multi-bear from Gravity Falls or something. That’s way less scary.” He insisted.

“You’d rather talk to the multi-bear than me?”You scoffed. “I have half a mind to forget about you and go stalk some other guy.”

“No, please. Stay. I forgot how awkward it is to shop alone and I still need to get a belt.” He pretended to beg and put a hand on your leg to get you to stay. You looked at the hand on your leg and cracked a smile at the unexpected contact from him.

“Well I would never abandon a man on a belt quest.” You replied, making him laugh.

“Thank you. What about you? What are you looking for?”

He could have said “shopping for” but that’s not what he meant. He wanted to know what you were looking for. You cracked a smile as if you understood what he was asking.

“Better friends, actually. Have you seen any?” You asked with a playful but sad smile.

“I just saw your friends in H&M.” He told you and pointed to the store. You shrugged a little and shook your head.

“Yeah. I saw them too. After they all told me they were busy today and couldn’t hang out.” You admitted without looking at him. Peter frowned and moved closer to you.

“They came here without you?”

“I asked them to hang out. They all said they couldn’t. But now I’m getting a sneaking suspicion there’s a second group chat that I’m not in.” You laughed but he knew it was fake.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“I came here to cheer myself up and ended up feeling 200 times worse when I saw them all hanging out without me. I didn’t even say anything to them because I didn’t want them to feel bad for not inviting me. Not that they ever care when they make me feel bad.” You laughed again but it ended up in a sigh. You stared at your shoes for a second and Peter stayed silent.

“Girls suck.” You said after a beat. “Not always, of course, but when they suck, they really suck. They know how painful it can be to be the only one left out. But they still did it to me. I don’t understand why.”

“Neither do I. I thought those girls were your friends?”

“I don’t know. I kinda saw this coming.” You admitted. “I started to notice that I was always the one texting first. And always the one trying to make plans. And when they did text me, they were asking me for something. It was never just to check in on me.”

“That’s really hurtful. I’m sorry. I’ve been there too. It sucks when you realize that if you stopped reaching out to someone, you’d probably never speak again.” Peter replied, making you smile sadly at him.

“Exactly. Or when you wonder how long it would take them to notice if you stopped reaching out. And worse, wonder if they’d notice at all.”

“No one deserves to feel that way. Especially not someone as kind and considerate as you. You really do need new friends.” He nodded in agreement, making you genuinely laugh this time.

“We’re friends, right? Because I know your secret.”

“We can be friends.” Peter nodded, bringing a smile out of you.

“Thanks.” You told him and gave his shoulder a rub. Peter felt a sudden burst of confidence and decided to keep the momentum he had built.

“You’re probably gonna say no to this, but Ned and I were gonna get sandwiches and then build legos together tomorrow. You can come, if you’d like.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to give me a pity invite to your sandwich and Lego party.” You told him.

“It’s not a pity invite. I want you to be there. It would make me happy to have you around.” Peter answered, making you smile once again. It was the simple change from “you can come” to “I wanted you to be there” that made all the difference.

“Do you want to hang out with me today?” You asked him.

“Yeah. I do.” He said immediately. You stood up and held out your hand for him to take.

“Come on. Let’s go look at the home decor.”

Peter took your hand and let you pull him towards the home decor store in the mall. He awkwardly ran ahead of you so that he could open the door for you but it was worth it when he saw you smiling.

“Thank you.” You said curtly and walked inside. He followed you around the store like a puppy dog and listened to your commentary on the various throw pillows and wall art as if it was words from a prophet.

“This would be perfect for you.” You gasped and held up an old Halloween pillow that had a sequenced spiderweb on it along with a spider made up of mostly fallen off beads.

“Is my job a joke to you?” He laughed and flicked the pillow.

“I mean, I did see some funny videos of you online. How often do you miss your webs and fall into bushes?”

“Bushes are rare, actually. It’s usually car hoods and hot dog stands.” He admitted.

“Ouch.” You grimaced. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No. Hot dog stands are really soft.” He said seriously. You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store.

“I love that I’m the only one that knows this about you.” You told him.

“You really do, don’t you?” He realized with an amused smile.

“Well, yeah. I always knew there was something about you and learning this vindicated me so hard.”

“Something about me? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You’re so allusive.” You shrugged. “Always disappearing and reappearing from places. Not on any sports teams but will never miss when throwing something into the trash from across the room. Knows all the answers in chemistry but never raises his hand. Ripped but hides it under Catholic school boy sweaters. I always wondered about you. Now I know.”

“Wow. You pick up on a lot of details. Nobody’s ever really noticed me like that.” Peter said as he looked at the ground so you wouldn’t see how flustered that made him.

“That you know of.” You corrected. “Because I noticed you a long time ago and you had no idea until now.”

“I notice you too.” He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the eye contact and stayed looking at him.

“So, uh, were you just messing with me when you told Spiderman that you thought I was, you know.”

“A hot nerd?”

“Yeah. That.” He laughed shyly.

“I wasn’t messing with you.” You shrugged. “Or him. Either of you. I meant what I said.”

“So did I. I really don’t know how to talk to pretty girls.”

“We’re just regular people. Aside from our razor sharp teeth and detachable feet.”

“Why would you need to detach your feet?” He laughed.

“I don’t know but I used to have these dolls when I was younger where you’d yank their whole foot off to change their shoes. And they’d just have a little nub until you put new feet on them. God forbid you lose one of their shoes. Then they have no feet and had to walk around my dollhouse with nubs”.

“To be a woman is to perform.” He nodded along.

“Shut up.” You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store. You ended up buy some statue of an animal that you mentioned your mom liked to collect and Peter carried your bag for you into the next store.

“So who else knows about this secret? Besides us two.” You asked as you flipped through a clothing rack.

“My best friend. But that’s because he accidentally walked in on me in my suit. And my aunt. Who found out in the exact same way.”

“Sounds like you need to invest in a giant trench coat to cover yourself with when entering and exiting your room.” You told him.

“That’s a really good idea, actually. Do you think they sell those here?” He asked, making you laugh.

“So I was the first to figure it out?”

“You were. And now I’m really hoping it’s not obvious.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s obvious. I’m just very observant.”

“Of everything or just me?” He asked you.

“Just you.” You teased, making him blush again.

“What else have you observed about me?” He wondered.

“A few things, actually. You keep flexing your hand and I’m starting to think you’re working up the nerve to hold mine. That or you’re fighting the urge to punch me so I’m hoping it’s the former. I also observed that you haven’t checked your phone once since I found you and you’re letting me pick all the stores we go into.”

“Wow. And what do your observations tell you?”

“That you like me.” You said simply and continued looking at the clothes.

“What?” Peter sputtered. “No I don’t.”

“Says the boy who got my purse back from a burglar. Classic crush culture right there.” You clicked your tongue and shook your head.

“What?” He laughed. “That is not what I do when I have a crush on a girl. That’s just my job.”

“All right then. So what do you do when you have a crush?”

“Avoid eye contact and hope she likes shy tendencies. And open doors for her, obviously.” Peter said as he opened the door for you into the next store.

“Good to know.” You said and gave him a pleased smile as you passed him. He continued to follow you down the aisles of the store while holding your collection of clothes you wanted to try on.

“So why spiders? I’ve always wondered why you named yourself after arguably the worst bug of all time. Why not something more palatable like Lady Bug Man? Or Moth Man and then you could live under a bridge and spook people?” You asked as you handed him another dress for you to try on.

“It was a spider bite that gave me the abilities, actually. That’s where I got the name.” He explained as you disappeared behind a changing room curtain. You opened it up after a few seconds in one of the dresses you had taken off the rack.

“Really? I never would’ve guessed that. I’m learning so much right now.” You said as you turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. Peter blushed and picked up what you were implying and zipped the dress for you. You turned back around and gave him a grateful smile.

“What else do you want to know?” He asked with a shy smile. He usually categorized himself as shy and never wanting to be the center of attention, but right now he was hoping you had more questions to ask him. He liked being the center of attention when it was your attention he was getting.

“Why red and blue?” You wondered.

“Red for my mom’s red hair and blue for the car my dad drove.” Peter said out loud for the first time.

“Aw, Peter.” You pouted. “That’s really beautiful. I love that.”

“Thank you. I never told anybody that before.” He admitted.

“Hm. Something else just between us, then.” You winked at him before shutting the dressing room curtain again.

When you left that store, Peter opened the door for you on the way out with his free hand and held your bags with his other hand. As you walked through the mall, yours hands kept bumping against each others. It happened so many times in a row that Peter was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.

“You can, you know. If you want to.” You said without looking at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter lied as your hands bumped once again.

“Okay. Never mind, then.” You replied and kept walking. Peter decided to do something for once and took your hand. You didn’t say anything but smirked and gave his hand a squeeze. You stayed holding hands as you went to a few more stores and ended up back by the fountain. Through the streams of water, you suddenly spotted the very group of friends that had left you out.

“Oh God. It’s them.” You gasped and stopped short. Peter thought you were going to drop his hand but you didn’t.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked. “I can stick to the wall if that at all helps.”

“Well I’m definitely gonna need to see that at some point but not right now. I need to hide.” You decided and looked around for the nearest exit. During your search, you heard the sound of your friends laughing and it made your stomach drop. You didn’t want to run away anymore and pretend that the things they did didn’t hurt you. They did. And it was time they knew that.

“Actually, no.” You decided. “Why should I hide to make them more comfortable? They did something mean to me. I shouldn’t run away just so they don’t have to face what they did. I should go talk to them.”

“Let’s do it.” Peter agreed and you smiled. You blew out a nervous breath before walking up to the group of girls.

“Hey guys! So glad your schedules freed up.” You greeted them with a friendly smile. They all froze and either looked down at the ground or at you with stunned expressions. You took your time looking at every one of their guilty faces with an unamused expression.

“We were gonna text you.” Liz said quickly.

“Don’t even worry about it.” You told her. “In fact, don’t text me ever again. I deserve friends who include me. Not people who keep me around just in case they need something from me.”

“So what? You’re gonna ditch us to hang out with losers?” Liz scoffed and looked at Peter. You felt bad that Peter had caught a stray but he wasn’t phased.

“You’re the ones who just lost a good friend. And missed out on a fun day at the mall with the coolest girl in New York. So I’m pretty sure that makes you guys the losers.” Peter stated. Everyone, including you, was shocked to hear those words out of the notoriously shy Peter’s mouth. You looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “You guys are losers. You all say bad things about each other behind each other’s back and I’m sure you did the same to me so I can’t say I’m gonna miss this friend group. But I do have to thank you for ditching me or else I wouldn’t have found a real friend.”

“Who? This lesbian?” One of the other girls scoffed and gestured to Peter.

“Yeah.” Peter snapped. “This lesbian.“

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Peter needs to find a belt.” You said and walked away with Peter following right behind you. You didn’t drop his hand as you did a half walk half run through the mall as adrenaline rushed through you. Once you were far enough away from them, you stopped running.

“That felt good.” You said through an out of breath laugh.

“For me too.” Peter agreed. “And I was almost entirely uninvolved in that situation.”

“Come on. I wanna do the Photo Booth and immortalize this day.” You said and excitedly pulled him into the Photo Booth. Peter shut the curtain while you picked the boarder for the pictures, purposefully choosing one that had red hearts all over it.

“Okay. We only have five seconds between pictures so you have to pick your poses quickly.” You told him as the countdown began.

“But I’m so awkward. I don’t know how to pose.” Peter said as the countdown dwindled down.

“Just smile and look like you like me.” You said and pressed your cheek against his to smile for the camera. The camera flashed and you slung your arm around him for the next photo. The camera flashed again and Peter gulped.

“I do like you.” He said in a soft voice as he turned to look at you.

You looked at him and leaned in just as the camera flashed. You were still kissing when the fourth and final flash went off but you didn’t care. You pulled Peter closer by his shirt while his hands snaked around your waist. You pushed him away suddenly with a suspicious look on your face.

“Wait, do the webs, like, come out of your butt ever?”

“What? No.” He laughed. “They don’t come out of me at all. I built devices and developed a web fluid to shoot out of them. I don’t actually produce webs.”

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded and pulled him back into a kiss. He kissed you back for a moment before pulling away.

“Wait, would that have been a deal breaker if I did? Produce webs, I mean.” He asked you.

“I mean, I’d still like you but I don’t know if I could date a guy who could physically produce webs in his body. I just think that would really gross me out. Producing webs is I think where I’d have to draw the line.”

“So does that mean you’d date a guy who doesn’t produce webs?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Isn’t that every guy?” You pointed out.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess it kinda is.” He realized. “Well, would you date a guy who is far more likely to shoot webs from his butt than the average man? Given his spider themed career path?”

“Well, I don’t know. I never thought about that before.” You pursed your lips and pretended to give it genuine though. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at you and cupped your face to kiss you again.

“What do you think now?” He asked with your face still in his hands.

“I think I would.” You smiled and tugged his shirt to bring him back into a kiss.

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[nathanielzalexandria]

I love all the headcanons of "Steve is not dumb he's..." Hard of hearing, has poor eyesight, learning disability or his primary language is not English. I particularly enjoyed @dwobbitfromtheshire 's recent headcanon that he's hiding it because his father hates feeling inferior and only Eddie realizes that he is not dumb. But I would like to throw my own hat in the ring.

Steve is not dumb. Actually, he's quite smart and did quite well in school (because his parents would not expect anything less). He just wasn't into nerd culture and everyone just placed their stereotypes and rumours of him being a pretty and privileged rich jock who bought his way out of school but couldn't buy his way into college. Nevermind that he was in the top 10 students of his year and for most of his classes if not topping them and if not he wasn't failing the rest other than one or two science/math-based (rumours say the school forged those marks so that Steve could continue sports) and had a 3.6 GPA. It wasn't enough to get into his Dad's alma mater so his dad dismissed any of the other schools he got accepted into.

He does not try to hide his intelligence from Nancy or the Party, but Nancy had bought into the "Steve is simple-minded " narrative and the like before they got together and failed to realize that they are both in the same AP classes that were full of seniors and in any group or partnered project he more-than-well pulled his weight and had his own insights. So she spreads the narrative to Mike who spreads it to the rest of the party so by the time the events that befan with Dustin asks him for help with his "dog" and developed into concussed in the back of a car while a preteen drove his car, the kids have also bought into parts of the narrative. It doesn't help that he really isn't into the stereotypical nerdy stuff

Even his best friend Robin believed the lie until she worked with him and then got tortured with him by Russians. She eventually realises that he's way smarter in a practical sense than people give him credit for (he did raise himself since he was 11 or so) but does not think of it as stretching into the academic side of his life. She has not stopped calling him "dingus" though.

Eddie on the other hand knows better, which is why when a specific exam was coming up he turned to Steve.

He barged into the Harrington home a day when tye entire party was their.

"Stevie, you either have to tutor me or lend me your notes for this class. I am not failing this class and increasing the possibility of another year at fucking Hawkins."

Mike and Dustin burst out laughing at that before Steve can answer.

"I know you're e bad at that subject, but I didn't realise you were desperate enough to use Steve's notes," Dustin says with that condescending tone that means it should be obvious to Eddie.

Mike snorts at that derisively, "If he even has notes."

"Maybe," Lucas said diplomatically, "there are better options than using Steve's notes?"

Nancy steps up next offering some of her notes and flashcards since she took the class last year/is taking the class, "It's not my strongest subject but if we do a study group I'm sure you won't fail the class."

Eddie stares at the group with growing bewilderment as they agree that Nancy is the best choice while implying that Steve was not. Actually, they were acting as though he was dumb for even asking Steve, which made no sense to him.

Eddie turned his eyes to Steve. His posture by the kitchen island was much more different than when Eddie burst in. He had subtly curled into himself as if to make himself smaller, shoulders tense and a resignation on his face as if he's been through this conversation so many times before.

It was almost as if...

"You guys think that Steve is dumb, don't you?"

There was the type of silence that only comes when the quiet part is said outloud.

"No we don't think Steve's dumb," Robin begins and Eddie can hear the 'but' before she even said it, "But you know he wasn't good at the school part of school."

She continued to ramble on from there but Eddie did not hear any of it. He was too busy reevaluating the group he was with and rechecking old memories and facts to see if there was any inkling of truth to this strange idea that even the older teens should know isn't true.

It took him a moment to find the answer, and when he did he could not stop the derisive laugh that burst out and interrupted Robin's ramble.

"You guys fucking bought into the rumours, didn't you? I expect that from the kids maybe even Johnathan, maybe even Robin because of you became friends after he left school, but not from you, Nancy."

Nancy had that look on her face that she got when she was ready to argue but Eddie steamrolled over it.

"Jesus H Christ! Weren't y'all together for a whole fucking year? How do you not know that he was at the top of his year when you were together? Unless you dismissed that in favour of believing the rumours that his parents paid for his grades and the school wanted to make sure he kept on playing sports?"

He paused for a second waiting for someone to contradict him, but the look on Nancy's face was one of scrambling to defend herself. He sighed at that; she still wasn't getting it and it a sweeping look at the others proved they were lost too.

"Even if they paid off the school he would not have been in the top ten of his year, he would be like Carver and Hagan whose parents paid and their grades were just good enough to get into a decent college without too many questions. And they would not have kept on giving him high grades after he stopped doing any kind of sport in his last 2 years at that dump. Hell if Hargrove wasn't such a fucking beast at sports he would have been told he would have to repeat his senior year with me."

"It's okay Eddie; leave it go." He turned a fake sunny smile with his eyes tightly shut towards Eddie as if to pacify him.

Eddie turned to Steve who had yet to say anything throughout Eddie's diatribe up until that moment. He just continued to robotically make dinner for the party as though nothing was wrong, as though the hurt dripping off him didn't matter.

"I'm not letting this go! They had classes with you, some of which I'm pretty fucking sure were AP classes. If I had the attendance needed I would have graduated last year because of you, Stevie. So excuse me if I'm a bit annoyed that our friends are so blinded by a rumour that they can't fucking see your Salutatorian medal. Hanging. Right. There!"

All eyes except Eddie and Steve's turned in the direction that Eddie pointed at.

And there on the wall, was a framed silver medal with the word "Salutatorian" emblazoned on it. The party immediately burst into chaos amongst each other.

"Now, pretty boy, are you gonna tutor me or what?"

Or it goes something like that, I'm not sure.

[sandfordsmostwanted]

No I don’t care about the new Velma series, but all these Scooby Doo posts have highlighted a deficiency in every Scooby Doo prequel idea. Yes, I’ve seen some amazing ideas for BFF Daphne and Shaggy content...  ... but none for the untapped character goldmine of Freddie and Velma. 

Like just picture it. The series is set in a American private school, where Velma is a POC scholarship kid, always looking to prove herself. She’s bullied relentlessly, but keeps her head down, because she’s getting into the Ivy League, damn it, and there’s no way these assholes are stopping her. She’s a whizz at anything to do with science and math and history and geography, but arts are a bit of a weakness, and she needs one more English credit to max out her resume. Her teacher offers her the opportunity to tutor another student to get the credit. The catch is it’s Fred Jones, the Dean’s son, and no-one can possibly find out.  Velma’s initially pissed at having to spend so much time with this entitled brat. On the surface Fred Jones is everything you’d imagine him to be - a jock, a bro, loved by the ladies and part of the group that have always made Velma’s life hell. She dreads having to tutor him, until he turns up, and he’s genuinely appreciative and sweet. She doesn’t trust him; she’s been burned too many times before. But through the sessions they get to know each other better. They bond over their mutual love of engineering - Fred doesn’t have the technological vocabulary that Velma does, but he’s got an instinctive eye for when a mechanism would fail - and they both realise the other had more depths than they expected. Velma notices the bullies leave her alone now, and though she can’t thank Fred publicly, they share a few subtle smiles in the hallway.  And then the plot of the series happens - a girl gets kidnapped from their school, and Velma’s on the case. She cancels her tutoring with Fred to sneak into the school to investigate. They run into hypercapable badass Daphne Blake and her emotional support Shaggy. Velma’s had a crush on Daphne for as long as she can remember, but her nerves make her even more snarky than usual, and the two spend most of their time bickering. Velma, Daphne and Shaggy also run into Fred in the school while they’re investigating; he left some sports stuff behind and came to retrieve it. Plot plot plot, meddling kids, mystery solved. Velma thinks everything’s going back to normal, but it doesn’t. Shaggy saved her a seat at lunch, and fills her tray with stuff he thinks she’ll enjoy (”And hey, you can sneak some of this in your pockets for when you’re at the library later!”) Daphne picks her first for her team in gym class. Fred tells his shitty mates to get fucked, and sits next to Velma in every class. And best of all, they start solving local mysteries together.  As they become better friends, they learn more and more about each other. Fred tells Velma if she struggles with making eye contact with people to look at the bridge of their nose or over their shoulder, because that looks like you’re looking them in the eye without actually doing it. Velma tells Fred that “the writing swimming when you read” is called dyslexia, and types up their study notes in a easy to read font. Fred is the first friend Velma ever brings back to her tiny apartment than she shares with her parents, and he’s very appreciative of their home despite living in a straight up mansion himself. Velma learns that that mansion life isn’t all its cracked up to be. His parents work away a lot, and when they’re around, they’re shitty and waspy and make Fred feel small. Fred always texts Velma late at night telling her to stop studying and get some sleep, Velma always texts Fred to tell him to stop working out and get a snack. They’re fucking good for each other.   It’s never romantic between them - never even close. Fred takes Velma’s coming out better than her parents did (”Why would I be upset that you like girls? Liking girls is great! I do it all the time!”) Velma tries her hardest not to be jealous when Fred and Daphne start dating - she never told him about her crush, and he’s not a mind reader. Who cares if she notices there’s chemistry between her and Daphne? She’s probably misreading the social cues, like usual. Besides, school’s nearly over now, and she’ll be off to college in a matter of weeks. Leaving it all behind her, just as she planned.  Their final mystery is the biggest yet, and the only time the gang actually fear for their lives. The stress of the mystery, and the building resentment of Velma’s “I’m out of here” energy leads to a huge argument between Fred and Velma, and the gang splits four ways to try and solve this thing. Each of them face their own trial. Shaggy has to face his fear instead of running away. Daphne has to be herself without overcompensation with gadgets or gimmicks. She realises in this process that Velma is the one she’s always loved, and the two share a sincere kiss. Fred has to trust himself, and succeed by himself without the safety net of his family, his wealth or Velma. And Velma has to admit she needs her friends, and that she loves them deeply. The mystery is solved, and just like that, they’re all set to go their separate ways, this time for real.  It’s the last day of finals. Velma hasn’t heard from Fred for almost a week now; her texts go unanswered. She knows he’s taking breaking up with Daphne harder than he’s letting on, though he’s happy Velma and Daphne are happy. She finishes her final paper and hands it in, thoughts of college in her mind as she stands on the school steps where it all began.  A horn honks behind her. She turns. There’s a massive eyesore of a van parked outside. Velma didn’t even know you could get that many shades of neon green and blue, and the little orange flowers are wonky and she knows they’ve been painted by hand and with love. Daphne waves at her from the passenger’s seat, and Shaggy from the back. Fred is leaning against the Mystery Machine, twirling his keys in his hand. He’d traded the sleek, smart car his dad bought him and that he’s been driving all show for this new ride, and he asks if Velma feels like solving a mystery or two before heading off to college.  Thus begins the adventures of Mystery Incorporated.  (End credits song is “Life is a Highway” by Rascall Flatts because you know that’s white boy Freddie Jones’ favourite driving song) 

[jakesfuturewife]

bff! jake who texts you all day every day whenever you’re not physically with him.

bff! jake who plans a shopping trip once every month with you and the rest of your friend group.

bff! jake who goes full out on your birthday, getting a custom cake, tickets to an escape room you’d always wanted to try, two gifts, and a reservation to your favorite restaurant.

bff! jake who calls you silly nicknames like “stinky,” “goofball,” and “kiddo.”

bff! jake who sits and watches your favorite show with you when you get sad.

bff! jake who sits on facetime talking with you for three hours whenever he has something new and exciting going on in his life.

bff! jake who spent 10 hours at your apartment one time trying to learn your favorite hobby but still ended up failing in the end.

bff! jake who gets jealous when you and the rest of your friend group hang out without him.

bff! jake who always makes sure you’re never walking behind the group by yourself.

bff! jake who takes you to an arcade and becomes extremely competitive (“loser has to buy us snacks from the vending machine!”).

bff! jake who likes to send selfies to the group chat of everything he does throughout the day.

bff! jake who giggles at every joke anyone says.

bff! jake who loves to practice his flirting skills on everyone in the friend group.

bff! jake who becomes your personal math and science tutor if you’re in college.

bff! jake who always gives you a hug before saying goodbye and heading back home.

[spamgyu]

I absolutely looooveee the College!Mingyu series

It’s just so adorable. Mingyu being a cute college classmate(?) who flirts with you and is on good terms with your dad just puts me in the feel!!!

Brb *gonna re-read all the drabbles again*

going to send you more into a spiral and say

things college!mingyu has done that has us kicking and giggling (and i haven't written but def think he does):

- goes out with college!oc's dad for sunday morning golf bc he genuinely enjoys the man's company and yeah maybe he also uses this time to hear about stories about college!oc when she was younger - spends hours on end tutoring college!oc in math and science bc it's her weakest subject while it's his strongest - he gave college!oc a ride to the store once and she adjusted the front seat to her preference and since then he hasn't allowed anyone to change the position of the seat bc "that's how y/n likes it. leave it alone." - pretends to miss a shot after saying "y/n this one is for you" - college!oc asked him to grab her an energy drink from the campus store once bc she was already at the library saving their seats and since then he never showed up to their study dates without her fav energy drink - college!oc's mom loves mingyu so much that whenever oc comes home her mom makes her pack extra home cooked meals for mingyu - mingyu is aware that many girls drool over him and he also knows college!oc doesn't put up with his bullshit so he reassures her (even if they aren't dating and def JUST friends) by "hard launching her" on his stories. bc wtf is soft launching anyways?? that's the love of his life here watch 8 stories of off guard vids he took of college!oc goofing off with him - during their study sessions, college!oc made a habit of doodling on his post-it pads. what she doesn't know is that he has all of them saved and kept safe in the top drawer of his desk. the very first one is saved inside his phone case - first to like and comment on all of oc's post. "you ate queen." "omg so slay" "first!" he's just copying how her friends comment. he also has her on notifs so he can always be the first.

........ guys this brain rot is so bad why is this an actual group project with all of us like i love this for us lmfao

[klbwriting]

Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Tim Sets You Two Up

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tim knew that his TA and Jason would love each other, so he tricks them into meeting

Notes: this is a request for a DM to have Jason meet the reader because Tim is tricky

               Jason hadn’t expected you to be his perfect match when the two of you first met.  It was a blind date set up by Tim of all people.  He had a TA in a class of his that he thought Jason would like and he convinced (tricked) the two of you meeting in the campus library, saying he needed to study, and Jason needed to bring him coffee.  You were there to tutor him, even though you weren’t sure what problem he was having in the class you TA’d for, but you went to the designated study room, seeing a stack of books in the corner of the small room.  You went to pick them up, laughing at seeing both Pride and Prejudice and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on top.  You heard the door close and turned around, expecting Tim but instead seeing possibly the most gorgeous person to ever exist. 

               “O, sorry, I was looking for Tim Drake?” he said, carrying a couple coffees.  You were about to speak when you looked through the window that faced the rest of the library and there was Tim, locking the door. 

               “O that little shit,” you said, going to the door and trying the handle.  The rooms were soundproof to keep distractions from the studiers so you knew yelling was pointless.  Tim held up a piece of paper with ‘You’ll Thank Me Later’ before walking away. 

               “I may shoot him,” Jason said, looking like he actually might.  You turned to him and offered an embarrassed smiled.

               “I don’t know what that kid is thinking, hi I’m YN, I’m a TA in his required literature class, he’s doing great, it was very suspicious that he asked for tutoring…I’m sorry I ramble sometimes,” you said, blushing now as this guy stared at you.  He didn’t seem annoyed, in fact the little smile on his face made you think he was actually listening intently to you, and it was nice.  You were a lit major who took a lot of extra technical classes because you liked science fiction so much, most people looked at you like your rambling was annoying and like you didn’t belong. 

               “I’m Jason, Tim’s my little brother,” he said.  You looked confused for a moment and then he chuckled.  “We’re all adopted, there’s quite a few of us.”  You thought for a second and it dawned on you, Tim had mentioned once that his dad was Bruce Wayne.  And Bruce Wayne had a gaggle of children he had adopted.  “He told me he needed coffee, which is weird, I figured it was in an IV drip at this point.”

               “It should be for that one,” you said with a laugh.  “Wonder why he left these books.”  Jason walked over and picked up a couple.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong I would love to ramble about the absolute silliness of putting zombies into Jane Austen I’m not sure if you would be into that.” 

               “You would be surprised,” he said.  “Although still not sure how I feel about that weird parody of adding dumb things into classics.”  You stopped and stared at him.

               “Ok, listen, zombies are a fantastic form of describing the crumbling of civilizations without blaming a specific group of people for the crumbling…” and that started what turned into a three-hour discussion about books while locked in a study room at Gotham university.  By the time Tim remembered to come back and let you guys out you had exchanged numbers and were planning on meeting at a bookstore, and you had a list of books that Jason needed to read and he had a list that you had to get. 

               “Thanks Tim,” Jason said as he slung an arm around his brother’s shoulder, waving to you as you headed towards your apartment.  Tim smiled, proud of himself.

               “I knew you two would fall in love, next time you see her can you tell her to grade my symbolism paper nicely?”

[lvrcpid]

young, dumb and broke - modern!au

includes : reader is gn! use of they/them pronouns. DAD TSU’TEY AGENDA!! most of the kids are 17 with lo’ak being 16 (i had to keep the age gap), i STRUGGLED writing for 14-15 year old freshman. sfw!!

high school with modern!avatar headcannons

lo’ak:

— rizz master

— only messes with tsireya though

— we love a loyal king don’t we ladies

— since y/n can drive, he’s constantly asking them for rides

— “PLEASE Y/N NETEYAM SAID NO-“

— “shut up and get in the car.”

— definitely on the basketball team

— points to tsireya and says “this one’s for you baby” AND MISSES 🤭

— he probably has good grades just is a big class clown. like no seriously his jokes are hilarious even the teachers laugh.

— speaking of teachers all of his teachers love him. he’s really respectful (THANK YOU JAKEY POOH!!)

— he’s so trifling

— def would go around quoting “GIRL WHERE YOU GOING- MMMMWAH!!!”

neteyam:

— tries to be mysterious but fails miserably

— probably one of the popular kids but he’s not a jerk about it

— FOOTBALL CAPTAIN. NO MORE CHITCHAT.

— def makes y/n wear his jersey at his games

— gets sad when you can’t come

— “what do you mean you’re busy 🥺”

— homeboy is SMART im talking straight A’s type smart.

— definitely plans on going D1

— has a smalllllllll (BIG) crush on y/n but he’s too punk to tell them

kiri :

— actually mysterious

— keeps to herself

— definitely has one friend group

— science is definitely her favorite topic

— hates hates HATES school lunch. she gives it away each time

— crystal necklaces all day

— def has a job and bought those expensive ass sony headphones

— her converse game is strong. i’m talking every single color for every single outfit

— hangs in the bathroom with her friends

— along with her brothers, her teachers love her

ao’nung:

— RIZZ MASTER.

— seriously his rizz with y/n makes them fold all the time.

— basketball captain anyone??

— probably drives to school

— C average in his classes , he’s just lazy

— “y/n are you coming to my game?”

— “WHAT DO YOU MEAN NETEYAM HAS A GAME- FUCK HIM-“

— as you can see he also gets upset when you can’t come to his games

— probably has a few fights on his record

— always messing with your hair in class

— you look at him like this 😡 while he’s over there like 😈

— always leaving campus to get food (he gets you some so it’s no biggie)

— brags to neteyam that you came to his practice

— “HAHA THEY CAME TO MINE AND NOT YOURS”

— also has a big crush on y/n and it’s obvious, you just choose to play dumb

tsireya :

— class president. argue with the wall.

— Y/N’S BEST FRIENDDDDD

— her brothers wingwoman fr

— probably is in a dance club after school

— tutors people in her free time (side hustle queen)

— probably also drives to school but just rides with her brother to save gas

— probably wears outfits inspired by clueless

— hands lo’ak his water bottle after practice

— she’s such a sweetheart

— she invites a girl who was alone at a table to sit with her and her friends

y/n:

— Y2K KING/QUEEN

— no literally your style is to die for

— definitely sleeping all the time but still manages to get good grades

— your dad is apart of the pta. along with tonowari and jake. PTA DADS!!

— you probably wear lots of bracelets.

— you give them away as your way of flirting

— (neteyam and ao’nung definitely have a few of them on their wrists)

— chilling with kiri and tsireya in the bathrooms

— going home and immediately going to sleep.

— probably getting written up a few times for walking out of class

— your parents weren’t happy about this :/

bonus!

tuk:

— our girl definitely rocks the newest light up sneakers

— “my mommy got me these” *stomps foot on the playground*

— gets her teachers gifts for holidays

— has a fruit by the foot for lunch all the time

— her lunch box is definitely all sparkling

— MONKEY BARS MASTER.

— probably went to the nurse a few times cause her pride got the best of her and she fell

— definitely not the type to fake sick. she loves seeing her friends

— she’s the leader of her friend group but she’s not mean (neteyam DUPE!!)

— neytiri could send her to school with her hair one way and itll come back looking a MESS.

— at least she had fun!!

TAGLIST: @zatarias-pandora

[mx-julien]

each ninja was a different kind of teacher (except Lloyd who basically went on a year long press tour) and it also explains why Rebooted and after they seem a bit more responsible than in season 1 and the pilot

Cole has my favorite teacher characterization because he's objectively an interesting person with cool hobbies but when he is responsible for a group of children he just becomes Dad Who Is Helping Out At The Summer Camp. we never see his classroom, but given his proficiency in the arts we can assume he's the English teacher

since he went to art schools, he's probably not used to kids who aren't actually interested in what's being taught. the louder kids seem to dislike him (ref: running gag of "Mr Cole is the worst"), but that doesn't mean he's necessarily a bad teacher- just not one to humor pranks

also his and Kai's teacher outfits belong in the 1970s. I like the touch of making their ties the same color as their gis

little bit of meta: most of the people who worked on this show went to school in the 80s/90s so to them "older/boring" teacher outfits would look like this. also, as someone who was in the intended age range and saw it at the time of release, this sort of clothing conveyed that the ninja were doing a stuffy adult job- juxtaposed with their colorful gis

Kai appears to be the history teacher? his teaching style is likely structured and straightforward. given his nontraditional childhood, his frustration with the kids likely comes from both his jealousy that they aren't aware of how valuable schooling is and that Nya was much easier to work with when she was their age. at the end of the day he's an older brother who's now in charge of a bunch of kids

he's using an old-fashioned projector with film, which I assume (1) shows how low-budget they are, (2) emphasizes that Kai is out of his element (pun not intended), and (3) juxtaposes them with New Ninjago City

Zane is the one who doesn't know what a vape pen looks like but will listen to you infodump for an hour after class, then drive/walk you home because you missed the bus. he probably doesn't get any of the classroom humor or notice if the kids make fun of him. I can't imagine him ever getting angry at the kids, and he probably is very good at keeping them to a routine and a schedule

in rebooted episode 1 he seems to be teaching science? and the use of catapults is actually quite endearing- he's probably explaining tension and going to get his kids to make little models, which shows that he both is a pretty good teacher and hasn't realized that giving elementary/middle/primary schoolers their own catapults will only lead to chaos

he and Jay have personality-based outfits, with the snowflakes being an obvious allusion to Zane's element and the zig zags on Jay's emulating lightning

the little bowtie on Zane reminds me of Bill Nye the Science Guy (program with a a host of the same name who taught kids about science in a fun and accessibly way- very nostalgic for kids who went to american public school)

Jay is the exhausted teacher who's more interested in his hobbies than class material, and if you get him talking about that hobby, he won't stop until the bell. as a jokester, I think he'd get along well with the kids and definitely encourage them to annoy the other ninja

we don't see his classroom, but given Jay's skills he's probably the math teacher. he'd have a difficult time explaining things in different ways- very gifted people who learn well on their own often find it hard to teach things to others, though he would make sure he doesn't leave anyone behind

Nya definitely teaches math classes, but she probably handles tutoring as well since she's well-balanced in most subjects. it would also give her an intelligence network- kids come to her room after class/during lunch to complain and gossip. she uses it in the noble pursuit to antagonize the others

i'm used this video and the ninjago wikia because I'm on mobile and finding other sources would've taken too long

extra group photo I found! love the detail that Zane blinked (Dr Julien probably took the photo)

[prismaticpichu]

Miscellaneous FF7 Floofcanons To Heal Me From Rebirth 💕

• Zack, unsure of how to properly use chopsticks just sticks them in his mouth and pretends to be a walrus. Angeal tells him to have some respect just before Sephiroth picks up his own chopsticks and imitates Zack

• Genesis, quietly reciting Loveless lines to Sephiroth as the man lays ill in bed. There’s a steaming bowl of soup on the nightstand that Angeal just brought in. Gradually, Sephiroth begins to fall asleep in the presence of his two treasured friends. Friends who had been gone all week on a mission, all the way across the continent, and now were back safe and sound by his side.

• Zack, bringing Aerith a handmade Cactuar plushie for her birthday and then proceeding to do the Dance™️

• Zack and Cloud, having claimed a table in the mess hall that they eat at every day together. Zack is often invited to sit with his posse of other SOLDIER buddies, but always chooses to stay right there with Cloud. The two share a bucket of french fries every Friday.

• Lazard, having access to the files, sending out a mass email to everyone in ShinRa informing people that it’s Sephiroth’s birthday; everyone chips in to throw a surprise party for their general—all orchestrated by Genesis and Angeal, who keep Sephiroth out of the base by taking him on a picnic

• Sephiroth and Zack, devising a plan where Seph secretly stitches Zack’s clothes back together every time he rips something on a mission. He always makes sure to mend the uniform before Angeal ever finds out.

• Cloud, writing anonymous appreciation letters to Sephiroth that he asks Zack to deliver; Zack delivers them personally, and Sephiroth always writes back thank you notes for Zack to deliver back

• Angeal and Genesis, getting Sephiroth a little fish to brighten up his office. Sephiroth names the animal “Yūjō”, which translates to “friendship.”

• Angeal and Genesis and Sephiroth, rotating between their apartments each Saturday for movie night. When Angeal invites Zack into the friend group, he added the tradition of bringing candy and soda.

• Angeal and Genesis, always making sure their schedule is clear on Mother’s Day so they can stay by Sephiroth’s side. The first time Genesis and Angeal used their permission to deny a mission as a First was so they could be with their friend that day.

• Angeal, always making sure to have Zack’s favorite dinner prepared for whenever he returns from missions. Genesis always makes sure the TV remote is free while Sephiroth greets Zack in the hallway. He asks for his usual “secret Zack hug”, and the two only go inside once it’s been given.

• Angeal and Sephiroth & Genesis, all tutoring Zack to give Zack the education he missed out on when he ran away from home at age 13. Genesis focuses on art and literature, Angeal focuses on history, and Sephiroth focuses on math and science.

• Tseng, delivering Zack a hefty check on his birthday with a little note that reads “SOLDIERs really should be paid equal”

• Zack, putting up a bulletin board over his bed that reads “Home”. Over his time at ShinRa, the sparse photos of his parents and childhood are gradually joined by photos from missions and his fondest memories with Genesis, Angeal, Sephiroth, Cloud, Kunsel, the Turks, and all his other treasured friends

• Zack and Sephiroth, cocooned in each other’s arms as they lie in bed together. Their heads are touching, their eyes are closed. And in that delicate moment Zack mumbles, “you and me, Seph…” To which Sephiroth softly completes with, “forever.”

This has been your friendly dose of Pichu. Hope you have a wonderful night! <3

[vampzxi]

𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

another filler bc the shuriri fic is almost done! 😭 i’m sorry for the lag ive just had writers block. but i saw @inmyheadimobsessed ‘s post abt shuri being a silly jokester and that’s what inspired this :3

highschool!riri headcanons here!

taglist!: @letitias-fav @inmyheadimobsessed @pinkwright @abenomeiiii @generallysapphic @shuriszn @la-reine-insane @unknownpisces002 (ask to be added!) (sorry if i forgot you, just remind me!! i’m absent minded as fuck 😭)

academic

・❥・top of her class, obviously

・❥・probably tutors on the side

・❥・argues with teachers if they get something slightly incorrect

・❥・gets finished with her work early and bothers other people in class

・❥・gets in trouble for bothering people but everyone loves her stupid jokes

・❥・plays pranks on the teacher during test day

・❥・turns in her work late because she either forgets to or she’s too focused on making it perfect

・❥・hates group work and always bribes her partners into just letting them doing it herself so they get a good grade

・❥・mutters to herself while working, slightly pissing off the people around her

・❥・favorite subject is science and she wastes class time by ranting to her teacher about science

・❥・spends more time at school than she does at home

・❥・huge procrastinator

・❥・messy notes

・❥・doesn’t show her work, much to the dismay of her teachers

・❥・doesn’t bother to raise her hand in class

・❥・willingly shares her notes with anyone…for a price of course

social

・❥・jokester, rarely takes anything seriously unless it’s about her schoolwork

・❥・chronic class skipper, only attends if she feels it’s necessary

・❥・dabbles in the za 🍃 but not a stoner. just in social situations really

・❥・hopeless romantic but very awkward. she’ll gush to her friends about a girl but clam up when she actually talks to her crush

・❥・makes sex jokes. a lot. maybe too much.

・❥・has a burner tiktok account where she trolls people

・❥・loves parties but gets overstimulated really quickly

・❥・loves kids and will babysit for anyone. she makes little trinkets for each of the kids she watches

・❥・robotics club team captain

・❥・terrible at sports but loves to run. tried track and field in her freshman year

・❥・throws on sweatpants or a tracksuit whenever she wakes up

・❥・refuses to eat school lunch, will go off-campus with riri to eat

・❥・does everything with riri, literally attached to the hip

・❥・cat lover

・❥・video game nerd, favorite games include mortal kombat and smash bros

・❥・fidgeter

・❥・dislikes traditionally girly things, but loves jewelry and chains

・❥・guilty pleasure is hyper-pop music, but will deny it if anyone asks

romantic

・❥・if you do have a crush on her, good luck, bc she’ll be too oblivious to notice ☠️

・❥・her love language is touch, she’ll absentmindedly fidget with your hair or tap her fingers on your leg

・❥・knarly morning breath.

・❥・cant cook for shit so she relies on you for food

・❥・favorite date place is escape rooms or fairs/arcades

・❥・terrible road rage, so you’re usually in charge of transportation ☠️

・❥・leaves cute notes in your locker or texts them to you through the day

・❥・will blow your phone up with memes (usually dad jokes but you laugh at them bc it’s shuri…)

・❥・very possessive

・❥・offers to do your work for you multiple times, but the teachers know her so well that they can tell if she did someone else’s work

・❥・stupid flirty jokes that aren’t funny but they make you laugh anyways

・❥・very one-track minded, so sometimes she’ll forget to text you back. she makes it up to you in other ways

・❥・gets unreasonably upset if you start watching something without her

・❥・has a tongue piercing 🤫

・❥・posts you on her story/insta a lot, maybe too much. but she loves you too much to not show you off

・❥・very tender headed, will not let anyone but you style her hair

・❥・has a million alarms that she sleeps through, so you have to borderline punch her every morning to wake her up (heavy sleeper)

・❥・little spoon

・❥・favorite place to kiss you is under your ear or forehead

this was lowk so much fun to make ngl. i might do one for riri :3 thanks for reading! (shuriri fic is still on the works don’t worry) leave your headcanons in the replies or reblogs!

[velvetures]

May I RQ a reader who is trying to learn their language to help them feel more comfortable, but feels insecure due to them not really being fluent? They mispronounce and misuse the slangs in context, but hopes they can make the boys see the effort they are trying to go through for them.

Lessons In Miscommunication

A/N: Hi doll, I hope you don't mind me using König for this one. I've got a lot of experience with Spanish irl, but that's not super applicable here, haha. To anyone who's German... please forgive me. 🤍 Summary: You're on comms during a mission getting a small lesson in König's language while waiting for your next orders from HQ. Things get complicated, and there's a language and culture barrier that makes things... challenging. T/W: canonical warfare, cursing, non-fluent use of German, flirting, feelings, and some other stuff probably. Not proofread, as always.

To put it simply, you didn't expect just how difficult it would be to learn a new language in your twenties. Sure the science spoke to the provable trouble you would have compared to a much younger version of yourself, but for all meaningful purposes, you really didn't think it would be this nuanced. And while Spanish, French, and other languages were of great importance, there wasn't anyone who could teach you those. The one person around was König, and he spoke German.

When you'd approached the topic nearly eight months ago, he'd been honestly shocked and surprised that you'd come to him in the first place and secondly that you thought he would be a good teacher. He was often thought of as reliable as a Colonel, but giving you suitable enough tutoring in German to be conversational was nothing short of uncharted territory for the pair of you. This made for very interesting moments in and outside of missions as well as a few times where it would've been better if you'd used an online app or something to keep from unintentionally embarrassing yourself.

Posted almost two miles away from the Colonel on a rocky outcropping overlooking a small encampment of a radical terrorist group, you laid on the hillside with a rifle and radio trying to pass the time between now and when you'd get the call to secure the site. The men and women down below were only one small stop-off point for a far larger caravan of armored trucks and a few tanks carrying supplies and weaponry toward the closest city of Almazra. It was a threat that couldn't come to fruition if the buildings and people still living there were to be left standing by the end of the week.

On the other end of the two-mile distance was König and a selected squad of men who were waiting just as impatiently as you were to not only get this mission over with but to get out of the damn desert heat. For security's sake, you knew you should be keeping the airways clear for any kind of information about the insurgent's movements, but König had insisted that this would be a perfect opportunity for you to get some practice in without losing focus of the task at hand. Your job at the moment was to keep eyes on the encampment through the lens of your sniper rifle and report anything that looked to be of importance.

König's definition of what was important could be easily debatable, yet it did ensure that you could make simple connections between real-world objects and the German words or phrases that matched. Whether or not the Colonel realized it or not, both of you had slightly gotten off the target of what you were supposed to be talking about and wandered into the more... personal aspects of things. Specifically just how bad you wanted to be home after nearly a full month away from American soil and your personal home.

"Ich habe für immer Fernweh," Your accent was certainly progressing, at least in the Colonel's mind, but he wasn't quite sure exactly what you meant by that.

"Was meinst du damit? Kannst du es dieses Mal auf Englisch sagen?"

His voice sounded a little confused and more than a tinge humored at the way you'd sounded so... formal. Even diplomatic to a degree. It was one of the more difficult parts of teaching you. Dialects, slang, and even simple English-to-German translations didn't always have a very direct or clear answer. Often it meant that you would say something with full intention and innocent honesty, and König would have to keep himself from chuckling. Most of the men he worked alongside didn't speak for one reason or another, so getting to hear at least one person -especially you- made the near and far miscommunication more than worth the effort.

Looking through your scope at a group of five sitting around a small fire, you sigh a bit, trying to think of how to explain yourself.

"I meant I'm feeling homesick," You mutter a little more quietly than necessary, almost as if saying it in English was broadcasting your secret while German somehow kept it from being found out. "What did you hear me say?"

König chuckled, his laugh vibrating in the speakers of your comm quite nicely. "You said you have wanderlust forever," You could hear him smiling from the other end. "It's okay, sometimes the words don't always mean exactly what you think they do. I had the same problem when I learned English." For a moment he paused, laughing softly again. "I still can't say Squirrel... properly."

"Vielleicht habe ich doch Lust auf etwas..." You mutter a bit frustrated and somewhat skarkily under your breath, making a small jab at wordplay not thinking that König could hear you over the radio or that he'd be more shocked to hear you say such a thing.

The radio stays silent for a long few minutes, almost tricking you into believing that you'd been safe in making your comment under your breath without any audible witnesses. Only on the other end, the Colonel was struggling between the actual meaning behind your words, the way it sounded so damn sexy... and how he was supposed to actually answer you without sounding too affected by something as simple as your voice.

"Se-Sergeant..." His voice sounded a little weak, much in the same way it did when he was in an uncomfortable social situation. "What did you just say?"

Instantly your body tensed up from fingers to toes and you felt a shock of heat roll through you. König heard you. Right away you assumed by the growl in his question that you were going to be in for some kind of punishment. Maybe even a good ass-chewing in front of the rest of the squad for saying something so easily considered lewd and totally unprofessional to utter in the presence of a superior officer. Your best bet was apologizing, and hoping he'd just let it go...

"I'm sorry, I was just frustrated and-"

His voice deepens over the radio, almost like he's got it pressed right up against his mouth. "Say it again." The command felt heavy in your stomach. "Now."

You repeated the phrase, staring through the lens of your scope with bated breath. waiting to hear what the Colonel would say in response. And the last thing you expected was to hear an almost pained sort of growling sound vibrating in your ears. It made you shiver and despite König being almost two miles away, it felt like he was breathing down your neck.

"Du klingst so hübsch, wenn du das sagst..." A noticeable static over the radio took your attention, but when it didn't get worse you had the mental capacity to translate what König said word by word until you had the full sentence running through your head.

The time between his praise and your response was nearly indistinguishable between seconds and years. Had it not been for you watching your targets moving in real-time through your scope, you would've thought the whole world had come to a stuttering halt in anticipation of your response. Yet it seemed that the world still had to do other important things which included bringing the key turning point of this mission right to your front door with the sudden sound of an approaching squad tailing the convoy of insurgents giving information and callouts for how to proceed forward. Of those, orders for König and his men to begin working down the side of the mountain to intercept the meeting of the convoy and the small ground sitting in tents around a high-burning fire.

"Ich werde später herausfinden, wie hübsch man klingen kann, wenn man schmutzige Dinge auf Deutsch sagt." The Colonel's voice growled lowly, almost threatening in a sense.

There was no telling what would happen after the mission ended and there wasn't a threat of being shot or failing to secure Almazra. What you could count on was König finding you and testing out his theory of all the things you could say in his language they may or may not have been provocative - on purpose or not. Something in your body shivered in delightful nervousness and anticipation of just how he planned on getting that kind of information out of you. A couple of ideas swirled in your mind, but the movement of the incoming convoy didn't allow you the luxury of daydreaming about your Colonel or how your mistaken words and German lessons had landed you here.

Comments and Reblogs are Always Helpful <3

[honey-minded-hivemind]

A Reader with a visible mutation that's actually Hank's kid!

Unlike Hank, who started showing his mutation in high school, Reader started showing theirs almost as soon as they were born. So Hank gives them the same serum he uses to supress his mutation, believing it to be the best way to give his kid the best life they could have.

Sadly , that also means when the serum stops working for Hank and he goes on a rampage, it stops for Reader too. They don't go crazy like their dad, but they are scared. They don't know what's happening and they're freaking out and they want to go home. So they do.

It's only after Hank calms down and the mess is cleared up. does he think that if the serum failed for him, then it must have failed for Reader. Then it's a mad dash to find the other McCoy mutant. They aren't too hard to find. They're in their Dad's room at home, hiding under the bed while they wait for him to come home, now permanently stuck in their beast form like him.

Hank feels like he's failed Reader. That he's taken away their chances of a normal life, and if he had been a better parent, they would be stuck like this. Even though they can use the image inducer, he knows their lot in life just got harder. So, he tries even harder to be the best parent. Which means he becomes a little bit (a lot) of a helicopter dad. He's got a tracker on Reader's phone, he has a strict curfew for them, and they can't walk home or take the bus, they have ride with Scott or let Logan pick them up.

Reader inherented their dad's beautifully big brain, so they got to skip a grade or two. So while they are a little younger, they are in the same grade as Kitty and Evan and Kurt. They get along great with their new teammates.

Kurt is the best. He's funny, and they are gymnastics buddies, and he gets the whole "being blue thing." Kitty helps them pick clothes out that aren't too hot with all their fur and still look cute. They tutor Evan along with Kurt, and even if he does sometimes distract Kurt or play hooky, they think he's smarter than others give him credit for. Jean is so nice and doesn't seem to mind when Reader goes too far talking about science. Scott is fine with always having to be their ride and takes them all out for ice cream if they get 100% on a test. ( Scott is now broke from all the ice cream he has to buy)

The other kids at school? Not so great. They do amazing academically. They got all As, their teachers love them, and they are on track to skip ANOTHER year. Socially is where they struggle. Being a protégé and being younger and smaller makes them a prime target for bullying. Their beast mutation made them a little stronger than they originally were, and they have some training in the DR, but they don't have their dad's muscle mass. They're getting jumped by football players and wrestlers in groups!

The others have to keep an eye out for lockers and trashcans that Reader gets stuffed in. Jean carries around extra clothes for when anyone decides to pour milk or their lunch on Reader. Extra copies of their homework are made to be carried by the others cause people keep stealing from their backpack. Kitty is working on a schedule so there is always someone to walk Reader to and from classes.

Reader begs them not to tell their Dad. They love him and normally tell him everything. They got matching labcoats and do science experiments together. But they know that he would erupt if he found out, and they fear he would put them back in the grade with kids their own age where they were bored to tears in class, or pull them completely from school and start homeschooling them.

But Hank and the other adults eventually find out. Hank becomes the PTA dad from HECK! You think Edna's meltdown at the annual bakesale was bad? You think Sharon's freak out over her middle school daughter not getting the lead in the high school play was bad? You have seen NOTHING until you saw the rage of Hank (and other adults) who just found out one of their kids has been bullied for months!

Reader luckily doesn't get pulled from school or pushed back, but they now have even more restrictions. They have to come straight home after school. No more ice cream stops or trips to the mall or any extra-curriculars. No more tutoring kids outside the mansion or even speaking to them. He does a physical checkup every time they come home to make sure they haven't been hit. He's hacked into the schools security cameras to keep an eye on them while he works.

And everyone else just goes along with it?! Reader was originally training to hopefully one day get cleared for missions, but now Logan won't let them in there. If Jean's human bestie trys to speak to them, Jean physically blocks her with her body. If someone asks for their tutoring info, Evan will cut them off by telling the person that they should be able to study on their own. One day Scott is sick and Logan's on a mission, so Reader assumes that means they walk like the rest of the team? Nope! Storm drives up like the world's chic-est soccer mom with a mini-van and tells all of them to get in. Don't even mention what happens if the Brotherhood gets near.

Frankly, and pardon Reader's language, it's #$^%@$&!

Aaaaawwwwww! I love Hank! He's such a sweet guy! He's He's huggable and nice and probably makes great tea! He'd be a great dad! (If any of the adults are a parent to Reader (or two or more are) I want it to come as a surprise for a... plot twist! But I love this ask, so let's explore it! If you have ideas for what each adults would be like as a hidden parent for Reader, I am all ears, @sugar-soda ! Do you think it would make a good plot twist?)

Reader gets their brains, their brown, and their beauty from their dad, Hank, a.k.a., Beast. They have slightly silkier or grayer-blue fur than him, they have strong arms amd legs, and they love science amd experiments and all sorts of fields of study- they just have bad luck with bullies.

Everyone seems to steal their homework. At least three jocks, a few cheerleaders, and a few random kids hit them with food or dumped water or soda or milk on them and their clothes. People try to tackle them or stuff them in lockers. It's like a living h*ll, and they don't want their dad to know. Jean helps them have a change of clothes, at least three pairs hidden away. Evan and Scott make sure when they're with them, no one gets an funny ideas or tries to hit them. Kitty and Kurt are good at cheering Reader up, and helping them carry books. And Rogue is willing to sit with them in class so everyone leaves them alone.

Scott or Logan always have to drive them to school or pick them up, no exceptions. If Reader does well on a test or gets an A, Scott takes them and the others our for ice cream or to see a movie. Sometimes they all go into town and look around, or to the park to take a walk and see nature, they've even visited an aquarium! If Logan took them to school in the morning, he usually leaves notes in their bag, usually telling telling to have a good day and to stay out of trouble, with little claws or a crudely drawn animal in the corner.

The bullying gets bad enough one day when Reader gets really hurt, and the others help them approach their dad about what's really been happening. Reader was expecting him to tell them they're being the bigger person, or that they're being grounded-

They didn't expect his face to go cold and angry, for him to grab an image inducer, and bring Charles, Logan, and Ororo and them and the others down to the school. They didn't expect him to join the PTA, or to yell at Principal Kelly for not handling the situation, or to threaten to sue or hold charges against every single student who hurt them or pulled a mean prank or was acting out against them. Reader didn't even expect the other adults nodding along, Logan a step away from snapping someone's arm, Ororo almost summing a storm outside, or Xavier to say he'd cut funding for the school and it's extracurriculars and clubs if things didn't change.

And yes, everything did change.

Reader was no longer allowed to join or go to extracurriculars or games. They had to always be with someone, in class or at lunch or even going to the bathroom. If someone needed help studying and asked Evan for Reader's number, they were told it wasn't happening. If someone Scott or Jean's human friends tried to talk with Reader or check on them, those two were blocking them and taking Reader somewhere else. If the Brotherhood tried to see what was going on, Rogue was telling them to back off while Kurt ported them away. H*ck, they were even banned from the Danger Room by Logan!

It was a bit much. And the ultimate problem with all of this? No one disagreed or thought it was too much.

Scott was sick one day and Logan was out of town, so Reader thought they'd be walking to school. No. Ororo shows up in a mini van, she's ushering everyone inside, and comes back that afternoon, giving pointed, glaring looks at any teens who had been bullies to Reader, causing them to scatter.

Hank kept checking them for any wounds and their clothes for any stains, he gave them a tighter schedule, he gave them an earlier curfew, and Reader was pretty sure he was spying through the school cameras just to make sure no one messed suth them or the other teens. It was starting to feel creepy.

And don't talk about the Brotherhood trying to check up on them for a home visit. Everyone, from Logan to the New Mutants to Xavier to Kurt and Kitty to Scott lost their sh*t and started what could only be described as a mutant dodgeball/danger lawn course from H*ll...

(I lobe this! I do want to keep it a surprise though for later in the series if Readerdoes happen to be related to one or more of the platonic yans! If you want to discuss possible parents for Reader, and potetial mutations Reader woukd get from them, bring them! I'm enjoying this a lot. I hope you are too, @sugar-soda)

[dionysia-ta-astika]

Apothnesko and the Psychopomp

CW: death, death of sibling, death of parent, death of partner, death of child, illness

Apothnesko awakes to crying. In the dim light of the moon through the window, he makes out the lank childish frame of his older brother Neos sobbing into the arms of a man he’s never seen before. Dressed in the dark garb of a traveler, the man gets to his knees to console the young boy, patting his back and murmuring to him that it is alright to be upset, it is normal. This all is very normal.

Upset to see his brother in such a state, Apothnesko rises to his feet and reaches out to him but his fingers meet cold air where he once would have met warm skin. Horrified, he grabs the post of his bed to steady himself and stares wild eyed at the intruder.

“It is okay,” says the man, “Your brother has died. I’ve come to collect him. He will not be lost.”

“You’ve killed him?” Apothnesko asks, recoiling.

“No, he was ill and his body can no longer house his spirit. I will take him to his new home,” the man clarified, standing up and grabbing a staff carved with twinning snakes he’d leaned upon the wall. He slipped his hand into that of Neos and helped him take a few steps toward the door, never urgent, never impatient. The boy looked to Apothnesko but seemed unable to speak through his grief.

“Wait,” Apothnesko cried, hoping to delay them, desperate for even a moment longer with his brother, “Are you Death?”

The man smiled. “I travel to it often,” he said, gently, “I am it’s familiar friend and servant.”

“Please, tell me sir, how may I live long?” asked Apothnesko.

“I have no way to ensure that,” said the man, motioning to the boy’s brother who was leaning on him as he spoke.

“Then tell me how may I die well?”

The man took the boy’s face in his hand, his own expression soft and deeply, wonderfully kind. “Know that you are very mortal and that very much matters.”

With that, the man turned on the heels of his winged sandals and guided Neos out.

—

Now the sole heir to their family’s small city state, Apothnesko throws himself into his studies. He spends his mornings being trained in several different weapons by his father’s guards. His afternoons are spent deep in discussion with his many tutors on topics of science, strategy, and diplomacy. Every evening is spent with his father Geronto as he tells stories of his many accomplishments and failures. Every moment of his day, he remains committed to learning everything he can. Skill, he thinks must be key to a long and happy life.

One day, an army arrives at the city’s gates. His father and the diplomats dispatch messages to try to negotiate for peace but the army’s leader will not be swayed from taking the city and enslaving it’s citizens. Their defenders ready themselves. Apothnesko, dutiful as ever, is close to his father’s side. He is given command of his own unit of men. Together they descend upon their enemy.

The clash is fierce. Men are struck, some immediately silent and others crying out through the maelstrom of human misery. After the initial clash, Apothnesko regroups his men, finding mounts for them as he is able. He retreats to a hill and commands them to attack the enemy at an angle. Together, they force the attacking lines apart and scatter the remaining army.

As he sees them retreating, he turns to his father to share in this victory but he is no where to be found. Desperately, he searches the field for hours, finally finding his father collapsed in front of the city gate where he fought off a group he’d spotted trying to sneak in. Apothnesko drops to his knees beside him. He scarcely notices a familiar figure in a dark cloak and hat as he approaches and plants his carved staff in the ground beside Geronto.

“It is okay,” says the familiar man, bending to look over Geronto’s body, “Your father has died. I’ve come to collect him. He will not be lost.”

“I have lost him,” Apothnesko says, his head in his hands now, “I am lost without him.”

“The important parts of him are still with you even now,” the man reassures him, taking Geronto’s hand and helping his spirit to his feet.

Seeing the man beginning to take his father from him sends Apothnesko back into his battle rage. He grabs the dagger still strapped to his waist and points it at the cloaked man’s neck.

“Tell me, what right do you have to take this man who has lived so nobly and always for the benefit of others?” said Apothnesko, furious.

“I have no right only a duty,” said the man, smiling gently and motioning to his staff, “Same as you.”

Apothnesko’s shoulders went slack at this. The dagger falls from his limp hand and clatters on the stone pavement below. He looks up and asks, “Then tell me how may I die well?”

The man picks up the dagger and places it back in it’s sheath, his expression soft and deeply, wonderfully kind. “Know that you are very mortal and that very much matters.”

With that, the man turned on the heels of his winged sandals and guided Geronto out.

—

Apothnesko ascends to his father’s throne. He is married to the princess of an allied city state, an arrangement made by his father before his death. The couple are kind to one another and perform their roles well, though there is little real affection between them. Together they rebuild and revive their polis; it’s walls higher and it’s buildings far grander than those in the age of his father. And yet there are still days where his grief pins him to his bed and scarcely lets him leave. No accomplishment, no act of grandeur lifts him.

Desperate to raise his spirits, his wife introduces her husband to a young man named Eros. He is handsome and intelligent but mostly he is kind in a way that reaches Apothnesko in a way his wife’s dutiful assistance cannot. His humor and levity helps the king to feel renewed. Their friendship blossoms into romance and the pair become inseparable. Their days are spent entirely in each other’s company. The young king once again feels purpose and urgency, rising each morning thinking only of what adventure he will embark on with his treasured lover. Love, he thinks, must be key to a long and happy life.

During a great city festival, Eros takes the lead in the great hunt. He is outfitted with the finest gear the polis can offer and he and a company of men set out to bring back that night’s feast. Apothnesko attends to his many ceremonies but always ever has an eye on the gate his lover left through, excited and ready to great him upon his return.

It is close to dusk when the party is spotted, a figure clearly being carried between some of the men. Apothnesko’s heart sinks as they come into view. Eros is limp in the arms of his fellow hunters, bloodied almost beyond recognition. The king rushes to his lover’s side and demands they call the healers. But the hunters insist it is too late, there is nothing left to be done. They withdrawal to let the king mourn.

Night falls and he cannot bring himself to leave Eros, cradling him and stroking his hair. The shadows of the olive trees embracing them both. He feels a warm hand on his shoulder and does not look up.

“It is okay,” says a familiar voice, “Your lover has died. I’ve come to collect him. He will not be lost.”

“I cannot afford to lose him,” says Apothnesko, clutching at his lover’s body, limp but still warm in his arms. “We aren’t done creating the life we promised to each other.”

“Promises are tricky things,” says the Man, taking the hand of Eros and easing his spirit to his feet.

“Tell me, what can I give you to let me keep this man with me even but even for a few hours longer?” pleads Apothnesko, shuffling through his pouches on his waist and drawing out a few gold coins.

“I have no room nor need of gifts,” said the man, smiling gently and motioning to his belt, clearly bereft of pouches.

Apothnesko nods, the gold spilling from his hand and onto the ground. Tears stream down his face as he asks, “Then tell me how may I die well?”

“Know that you are very mortal and that very much matters.”

With that, the man turned on the heels of his winged sandals and guided Eros out.

—

Apothnesko does not leave his room for many weeks. No one can get him to come from his bed chamber and the servants notice he is eating very little of the meals they bring him. His wife and the family of Eros both beg him to return to his duties but he refuses. There is worry despair might claim him.

That is until he hears a child’s cry in the palace. His wife has given birth to a son. He rushes to be by her side and smiles for the first time in months when handled the infant child. At last an heir, a child to secure their many advancements and bring up in the ways his father brought him. His son can carry their traditions on so that they far out live any one of them. Legacy, he thinks, must be key to a long and happy life.

The physician returns to the couple with a worried look. He explains the child appears to be sick and he is unsure how long they may have with him. Apothnesko’s wife clutches the child to her and refuses to let it from her sight. That night they all sleep together, the child asleep on his mother’s chest while Apothnesko kept watch.

Deep in the night, he hears a man with a walking staff enter the room and looks up. The man smiles softly from across the room, walking slowly to toward the bed. His dark hat and cloak the same as ever.

“It is okay,” says the familiar man, “Your son has died. I’ve come to collect him. He will not be lost.”

“If you take him from me I will have lost everything. There is no life without him, no polis, no hope,” he says, his voice flat.

“Everything that is done must be undone,” says the man, nodding solemnly.

“Then what is the point of doing anything?” asks the king, numb, “If everything comes to ruin, why do anything, love anything at all?”

“Doing nothing won’t prevent this,” says the man, cradling the child tenderly, “Doing something won’t either. But the story you tell is up to you.”

“Then tell me how to bring about a good ending,” says Apothnesko, “Tell me how may I die well?”

The man smiles knowingly, his face soft and deeply, wonderfully kind. “Know that you are very mortal and that very much matters.”

With that, the man turned on the heels of his winged sandals and guided the child out.

—

Apothnesko and his wife grieve their child. She decides she cannot have another and they select the king’s nephew as heir. At first, Apothnesko is nervous to teach the boy, knowing that at any moment the strange traveler may come to collect him. But he thinks of his father, he is generous with his knowledge, teaching him all he knows. When he thinks of his lover, he delights in sharing joy with the boy. When reminded of his son, he tells him stories to pass on.

Together, they see their city through many bountiful and troubled times. When a crop is particularly abundant, they celebrate with a festival for the entire city. When they hear of those who’ve lost their loved ones, they go to them and grieve as if their sorrow were their own.

As the boy approaches adulthood, Apothnesko begins to grow weary. His strength begins to leave him and he give more and more of his duties to his heir. One day, he grows ill and takes to his bed. The city is saddened by this news. Many send word of their love and admiration for the king that not only saved them but lived alongside them. His nephew goes to keep watch over him through the nights, determined he will not pass alone.

It’s the early hours of one morning that Apothnesko feels a hand on his shoulder, waking him with a start.

“It is okay,” says the familiar voice, “You have died. I’ve come to collect you. You will not be lost.”

“At last,” says the old king’s spirit, smiling, “Friend of my friends, loved of my beloveds - how great to see you again.”

His spirit rises up to greet the man and takes his hand. His nephew smiles, recognizing the man from the kings many stories.

“You saved our city and survived great loss,” says his nephew, “You rebuilt our home and united our people. Before you leave, please tell me what allowed you to live such a great life?”

Apothnesko turns to his nephew, his expression soft and deeply wonderfully kind. “Know that you are very mortal and that very much matters.”

With that, Apothnesko turned on his heel followed his old friend out.

[mariemarieohcontrary]

Got bored so here's a doodle of my Freshman MC wkfjghsjdheh

She was offered a UP scholarship plus some other universities along with an acceptance letter from Hartfeld when she applied so she went to Hartfeld cause dream school but boi she did not see the drama coming a mile away.

She's called Emma by her university friends but when she's home with family she's called Dolores or Doring. Her friends go with Dory since younger Emma told them she liked her second name better cause it was taken from her grandmother who she was close to.

She was part of the book lover's club, worked with her high school librarian as an informal student librarian, entered spelling bees and PSAP-ALAM essay contests, did book reports for fun, and was really good with the English subject. (her grandmother had to tutor her in math and she had to take Science remedial classes) She only had three local friends in the Philippines and the four of them have a group chat whose name changes with the members' whims. The four went to different unis so they each jokingly trash-talked each other during sports events when their schools were competing against each other.

The whole issue of her parents not affording her tuition became a thing due to her grandmother falling ill, so she told them to just focus their finances on her while she figured out a workaround.

She likes Chris as a friend and she thought James was very handsome. She's pretty reserved so Abbie is closer to her than Kaitlyn, she hates Becca's guts but hates Vasquez even more since he's always abusing his power to toy with her life. (She refuses to tell her parents about this though since she doesn't want them to worry especially since her grandfather had warned her not to join any sororities or be with anyone from fraternities due to him seeing them as unsafe for her)

She likes pinks and florals and finds nothing wrong with that. Will take theme days of any occasion very seriously. (Favourite themes are always Buwan ng Wika and Halloween. One cause cultural and the other cause she likes fun costumes)

[fostercare-expat]

Yesterday was a drama free day. A day without anger from me about the CPS system. Yes I spent an obnoxiously long time with Younger Brother helping him with spelling test studying and Math homework (which we didn’t finish) and I didn’t have any time to help Younger Sister to study for her Science test, but some days are like that.

Tonight will need to be studying for his native language test, which he has barely studied for. I sent him home in Sunday with the sheet to study with his Mom, who speaks the language but nope. That’s why I’m spending an obnoxious amount of money on a tutor. Wish she could come more than once a week. He really needs it. I don’t want to write Younger Brother off academically at age 7, but realistically he’s not probably have an academic path to success in life. He’s the sort of kid who’s pretty out of touch, often wearing his shirts or shorts completely backwards and not noticing. He’s not a big fan of schoolwork, and he’s way behind in his academic skills. And the level of instability at home with the lack of school attendance (he missed 30 days of school last year) just doesn’t lead me to Thi k he’s going to be a strong academic performer. So I study with him when I have time and when he’s willing, but he gets frustrated easily and it’s not worth a fight. But with his native language, I really want him to at least be able to speak the basics because he’s going to same-race peers here if he isn’t able to communicate. There is some solidarity among the racial groups and I want him to have some ability to “belong”. I don’t need him to get good grades but I want him to be able to be conversational on the basics if possible.

[wisteriainslumber]

what types of students are the twst characters

in which i turn nrc into a public school

i cannot confirm nor deny my involvement in any of these scenarios

Warnings: swearing, cr*wley, mentions of drugs and alcohol, caters nicknames, and school

Riddle

i truly wish not even my worst enemy the pain of setting next to this boy

imagine getting back a test with 90% and feeling proud of it then the dude beside you gets a 98%

and this will happen for every assignment, test, group project

in fact, sitting next to him guarantees being paired up for projects together. the inferiority complex is building. this is truly the azul arc

you will get no sympathy from him. the project thats due in 5 days that you still havent started? what an irresponsible student. you reap what you sow.

truly makes you want to stab him with a mechanical pencil. maybe even get some lead stuck in there and make him think he’s poisoned

he has everything you could possibly need, including more miscellaneous supplies like staplers, hole punchers, highlighters, even compasses.

if you ask nicely he'll lend them to you but you best give them back by the end of the class lest you induce his wrath

people are more scared of him than they are of the teachers. most people dont believe the heartslabyul students when they say that riddle is nice to them

oh but he is. he tutors them and is thorough with it. he knocks on everyones door during lights out to say goodnight to them. no one forgets anything for school trips bc riddle quadruple checks.

has some busted ass phone. imagine some crunchy notifications sounds from it. it blares in the room in the middle of the lecture and its so funny every time

since then riddle keeps his phone out of the classroom or outright silences it. if you have an emergency, have it outside of class hours please and thank you

brings a million layers to school bc hes always getting cold and then hot two hours later can someone pls help him

oh but don’t underestimate him, even if hes sick on his death bed he will show up to class anyway. you know those kids that definitely got fever but their parents still send them to school? yeah, like jade needs to physically drag him into the infirmary before he gives up and reluctantly goes home to rest

lets hope its not exam season he will be hacking n’ coughing and sniffling miserably someone get this man a cough drop i think he just ran out

Trey

not up to date on the latest gossip but knows some of the weirdest, nichest shit around campus. literally this was stuff you didn’t even think you had to be warned about

warns you of the drug zones around the school and helps you stay clear of the places students usually hook up

warns you about that bathroom that got flooded because some kid took a shit in the urinal and clogged the pipes😍😍 dont go in there the evidence is still on the ceiling

also be mindful of the graduation plaques in the the student-dubbed “bl*wjob hall”. you do not want to know what the previous graduates did to them.

he will not bake weed brownies for you. stop asking.

in fact, you're not supposed to know he makes edibles

and no they are not for sale at his bakery. dont even try to enter.

gets the shit scared out of him every morning because lilia’s preferred greetings are unexpected and gravity-defying

all of treys classmates knows he’s in the classroom by the loud “GOODNESS, ME” every time lilia says good morning to him

rip to the science club. you got trey trying to magically grow plants and rook claiming he’s making a potion that has smoke machine effects

because a bunch of magical students with access to funky chemicals cannot result in anything good, the chances of the plant becoming carnivorous and that smoke machine causing hallucinogenic side effects is quite high

their club initiation can’t be anything other than making things grow and explode

“experiments” usually mean they’ve accidentally made chloroform. or any kind of corrosive substance. trey needs to dispose of it before it gets into some freshman’s backpack

Cater

he doodles on his notes, yes, but they are ✨on theme✨

his notes on the snow queens curse contain doodles of skulls and stick figures buried in the snow...

"adopts" freshman. says shit like "this is my freshie"

knows the latest gossip of the school but doesn’t really know a lot of people

lots of people know him though!! or of him

has nicknames for every professor and they are so horrid. no one deserves to hear the name “vargy daddy” (ironically, we hope) exit someones mouth. not even the rsa students.

sometimes uses the lesson board as his daily streaks, sometimes the profs catch him making winky faces for his photos

and because he refuses to sit anywhere but beside idia (or his tablet), he ends up in these selfies simply by association

cater got a failed test back and claimed prof trein was homophobic

this is even funnier for anyone that hcs cater being treins nephew

his posts keep going viral because he’s always there to film the rumoured nrc antics. he can kickstart an nrc-insider news career out of this

you get a notification that he’s live on magicam but no it’s lilia using caters platform to “sing everyone a lullaby”

on the bright side, it worked, they’re all knocked out. on the down side, it’s not as relaxing as lilia thinks it is

sometimes posts their band antics and hey that would’ve pulled a lot of people in but they are very put off by lilias singing

on the plus side though they are very good at synchronized dancing

clogs the hallways on occasion while filming on twisttok. move or you will be seen by his thousands of followers

might be my bias talking but idc, cater was at least a third of the student body’s gay awakening. hes got a personality that makes it hard not to like him, like what is there not to love?

say hi to him once and he will say hi to you until graduation. he will also introduce you to whoever he’s talking to at that moment

at the end of the semester you know at least half the people in this school

Ace

i dont care that this is a magic school, all freshman are sentient zoo animals that have escaped their enclosures

participated in the devious licks trend and got away with some of the wilder shit like stall doors and the graduates plaque from years ago?? (it was his brothers class)

he was the shit back in middle school and hes going to be an obnoxious freshman and claim you need his permission to sit at “his table”

canonically hes always involved in SOMETHING so all of the hot gossip around nrc is usually about ace

his constant beheadings has become an nrc inside joke and is used as a reaction image now

prime examples being "neiges lawyers after they see my y/n edits" or “me after vil’s team finds my account” from user vilsballsack

shortest player on the basketball team and grim will not let him live it down

ace frequents ramshackle the most and his mischievous nature combined with the ghosts’ means lots of rude awakenings

not even the standard bucket on the door pranks, ace goes above and beyond with them. they range from whoopee cushions to the most elaborate traps, with dominos and strings triggering everything

just wait until you hear about april fools day, bro. karmas a bitch :/

at least he buys you a weekly coffee </3 he complains but will be pissed if deuce buys you one instead

fighting for his life trying not to laugh during sex ed

he plays with those cpr dummies like how you imagine children play with dolls

smashes them against each other, establishes the darkest kind of hierarchy, and his favourite thing to do is twist the heads off the bodies

he gets it from the queen housewarden rosehearts🤩

he and deuce whisper so loudly that they disrupt the class so they’ve resorted to very obvious note passing

every crinkle of paper stomps on the profs nerves but it’s better than hearing whisper-debates over whether glitter gel pens are manly or not

bluetooth connects to the announcement speakers to play WAP. sigh. 

for any band kids out there, he is a trumpet player. i think that says enough

Deuce

vaped in the washrooms for a month thinking he was cool before he reformed himself

thought it was so funny to lie about his name at the coffee shop but keeps giggling and being weird about it. the baristas know “divus” is definitely not his name

plus, the campus shops are more likely than not run by students or staff. literally everyone knows who divus is and he’s never had blue hair and pronouns

is in the centre of every single fight that happens in this school. he has not missed a single match to scrap with the other freshies

even his seniors are shivering in fear

thought it was funny to draw dicks on every desk he sat in

influenced some dorm members to draw dicks on their faces claiming it was Heartslabyul-issued makeup

needless to say he didn’t get away with it for long

cannot leave his phone unattended with ace. the last time he did, ace switched up his charger settings so the phone was robotically moaning when deuce put it in the charging port

calls his momma every lunch time to make sure she ate

somehow got adopted by the cafeteria ghosts and he occasionally gets free cookies or coffees

rode a skateboard to school and hid it in his locker. got caught two months in because sebek was yelling at him for bringing a skateboard to school

finds a way to tear up at any kind of movie or documentary displayed in class. hes just so moved. 

but bro if he gets clowned on one more time by grim, he’s really gonna burst out the waterworks

once got so sick of grim he started barking at him. epel refuses to delete the video

asks you to wake him up if he dozes off during magic history. you get wracked with guilt every time you steal him away from dreamland

Leona

didn’t go to class for like 4 months and then shows up after everyone in the class declared him dead

directly sassing his teachers and unfortunately he is very funny

only one he can’t get away with is crewel because crewel will hit him and turn him into a designer rug

doesn’t bring notes, doesn’t even bring a pencil. he’s repeated these lessons twice, he already knows everything

because he already learnt it before he can get away with sleeping and answering their questions just fine

his profs are mad. its not misconduct if the student is in fact, aware of the material

they did him so dirty putting rook in the same class as him. this is actually great for the profs when he decides to come to class because he refuses to sleep in rooks presence

threatens to claw out rooks face if he dares to sit next to him so rook sat behind him :)

learns broken french against his will. learns whos nicknames correspond with who against his will.

if ever partnered up with rook, leona finds out that rook wasnt taking notes at all. all that typing was done on magic of our own and the pen scribbling was a doodle of leona

lord knows what stopped him from turning rook into dust

(it’s because epel will be sad if rook is gone)

doesnt believe in calculators he's a mental math god but only when he wants to be

beware if anything remotely sexist that catches his ears. he will call you out. in front of everyone. who said women sucked at games? they’re lucky his sister in law isn’t playing. her favourite game happens to be predator vs prey :))

violates academic honesty but sucks at it. he copies and pastes, puts it in a paraphrasing bot, then translates it in 10 languages, and puts it on the page. no formatting or anything. 

if the profs uses those plagiarism checkers, leona is getting caught 100%

do not ask him if he can talk to lucius, you will become a missing persons case

Ruggie

knows everyone on school grounds

you might think it’s cater, or azul, but no, it’s ruggie and i can’t explain it

has most likely club-hopped until he settled for magift. he knows quite a few buddies here and there, so if ur ever looking for someone, ruggies the one to ask. if not directly, he can give you leads on your search

shows up to record the fights that deuce gets into but will not join them. hes here for the drama, not to get into them

violates academic integrity. he gets so fucking creative with it. hes the one making homemade water bottle labels or creating a whole new code (disguised as battle scars on his arm) so it looks like hes not cheating

listen he will find a way to cheat if he doesnt know. its all in or nothing

work smarter not harder <3

he’s basically on the clock 24/7 with leona and his other odd jobs. sometimes he doesn’t have enough time to study, but he sure has time to create a new language as a fail-safe. it’s called being resourceful >:(

kid who uses calculator to check simple things like 2 + 3 but can find the circumference of a box using only a formula and the fortitude of his mind????

bro is literally so resourceful, can take the most simplest things and turn them into masterpieces. he is exactly like those people that can create edits, theories, and fics out of a character that was seen for 5 minutes

magishift disk got lost? he’s already found a frisbee. or you can use this notebook. it’s rectangle but if it works, it works, right?

1 inch of snow? no problem he’ll make a sturdy fort for you to hide under during snowball fights

profs thought he dyed his hair blonde in rebellion but no hes just born like that. his hair just got darker as he grew leave him alone pls :( it’s all natural :((

pen flicker and he knows it. absolutely defying the laws of physics with the aerodynamics of his pen. it ends up being more entertaining than the actual lesson

sneaks snacks into classrooms but he’s quiet enough about it that no one really cares

so dont try to snitch on him for a corn chip you aint gettin one

no he does not sell drugs on the down low who told you that?

don’t remove his sunglasses he needs them. is he what? oh, hi.

Jack

had a kiddy crush on the queens for a year

they’re so hardworking, and knowledgeable, and talented, like he really looks up to them

turns out he didn’t want to date them he just wanted to be them fr

would be a very good influence on his friend group if they weren’t even worse when combined together

at least he’s a good influence on epel. or at least that’s what vil tells him

not really causing trouble but since he hangs out with the first years, he's in trouble by association

this is the fifth time grim has gotten stuck in the vents playing real life among us and jack is running out of excuses

gives epel a look of disapproval every time he catches his name in kahoot

accidentally learned many countryisms and swear words he didn’t even know existed

any time epel fails a test or had a fight with vil, jack adds to his forbidden vocabulary

invites epel to his 6AM runs with vil and he occasionally joins, but ultimately epel enjoys sleeping in, says that he must sleep enough hours to trigger his growth spurt

got to demonstrate his knowledge in first aid when deuce took a nasty fall during club activities. was the most excited to plaster the patterned bandaid on him but don’t say anything about it >:( bros got an image to protect

gained a new appreciation for musicals from ortho’s influence. he likes six the musical the most obviously

minds his business the most. he doesn’t give a shit if you fell on your ass during flight. he’ll help you up, check that you’re alright, and go on about his day, no further comments

so for anyone who is easily embarrassed, jack’s your bestie now

Azul

most pretentious bitch in the class for two reasons

1. always has some extra curricular activity going on and will not stfu about it

2. always has something to add to the lesson or story and will not stfu about it

for anyone thats read jamils lab story, it’s exactly like that. azul will comment on everything, bring out his observations, will constantly pester u & try to pick apart ur brain

not in a scientific way, he just wants to crack into the cool knowledge inside. bros a nerd (affectionate)

by the end of the first week you will want to push his head in the cauldron & not let up until he slowly goes limp

please don’t give him any debate assignment. he’s about to tear out heartslabyul student B over the worth of cryptocurrency

(it’s nothing. it’s worth literally nothing.)

has a stack of business cards for mostro and will hand them out to anyone who shows the slightest interest in azul himself

rip to any one of his classmates that may have harboured a crush on him because azul is nothing if not his own biggest cockblocker

for some reason, he can bend the power of time to his will considering he had the time to control the odds of rolling dice while still attending to all of his after-school activities

every board game meeting is idia being horrified at azul’s extra-ness or azul getting clowned to hell by idia himself

they are so mean to each other but will hiss if you try to pry them apart

bro works two jobs, a student and a restaurant manager. how the hell is he doing all this and still #2 in his grade who knows. the grind never stops and his pronouns happen to be work/hard

don’t be fooled though, behind closed doors he is getting his glasses taken away from him by the twins so he can fucking REST. can’t do ur work without your sight!!

ofc they don’t tell him that though they just embarrass azul by either staring at him “innocently” until azul decides to leave (jade) or threaten to whack him with a frying pan until he falls asleep (floyd)

Jade

in the first year he smashed floyds head into poor idias locker and the huge dent is still there to show for it

the profs permit him to snack in class bc he brings “healthy” choices like carrots and apples. 

eats them so menacingly too. stare at him too long and he stares right back, then takes a giant, violent crunch on his snack.

smiles innocently at them even though he’s well aware of the fear in his fellow students eyes

can not incriminate him. hides all traces of his involvement for issues he enabled. 

unless it’s his weekly brawl with his brother on school grounds. “we’re twins, we fight all the time” is not a valid excuse to chase each other down the halls with metal forks

cracks a joint when floyd punches someone so they can convince the student that floyd broke his nose. serves them right for talking shit

doesn’t join in on the fight. you might think this is a good thing but having jade stand by and encourage your pain as you’re getting your shit rocked hurts even worse than the punches

crewel cannot pair jade with any student besides riddle. he’s an enabler. people listen to him either because they’re scared of him or they don’t know better. what was supposed to be a “good idea” to mix vials E and F turns into accidentally (?) creating mustard gas

when you chat with him you find out hes one of those insane sims players that tortures their sims for fun

he genuinely thinks that how youre supposed to play the game

no he’s not shroom hunting on his mountain hikes. he’s genuinely just living his cottagecore dreams. he cherishes the little mushroom mug he got from riddle. it even has a cute lid :)

he never confirms nor denies these accusations, however

if anything, he will turn it on the other party. what do you mean you think he’s collecting magic mushrooms??? he’s never even seen one :((

was the reason the school had to implement a ban on permanent markers. he kept sniffing them and got sent to the nurses office for it. now whenever some students want to skip class or out of pure curiosity, they sniff until they get sick

Floyd

that fucking maniac when his pen runs out of ink during a test he bites himself and uses the blood as ink and doesnt bat an eye at it

plays the game of switching classes with jade but it doesnt last very long because "jade" is suspiciously doing too well in flight class

treats dodgeball like a carnival game. whips that shit so hard at you, you’re convinced you’re leaking spinal fluid

if he’s feeling real freaky he’ll freeze the snowballs a little before throwing them :D

loudly opening and eating chips in class

when trein scolds him hes handing out gummy bears to his classmates in front of his face

sits in the front row just to nap there. hes got so much audacity and zero fear

lectures last 3 hours. perfect time to watch a movie. hes giving the classmates a free streaming party

sometimes hes just laughing to himself while taking notes. or maybe he’s texting who knows? 

unsafe during potionology have you seen his lab card

comments on the drinkability of every chemical

god forbid you ever do a dissection bc hes gonna be saying the most ravenous shit

"that eyeball kinda be looking juicy" my ass

can he maybe like eat before class for everyones sanity

takes any dare from jade as a challenge, and if he succeeds, then he gets to make jade do smth for him

most of the time he declares himself as the eldest sibling™ and jade just has to accept it

if it was unclear, a lot of their fights consist of who is the godly privileged eldest sibling and who isnt

the rest of the time he makes jade show up to class in some clown shoes and laughs at the squeaky sounds coming from jade’s footsteps

pencil chewer. and eraser stabber. just keep the magic pen away from his mouth

Kalim

drew flowers and hearts and sparkles around his war history notes

its his standard for all his notes

brings in whole ass meals in his class and shares it with his seatmates. it smells amazing

shows up to class with random shit every day. if he’s making his own day, why not make everyone elses day too, u know?

he has this huge stuffed rabbit that he lugged around class one day. it’s named peter. it has its own seat.

once brought a bunch of balloons and blew them up in the middle of the lecture?? he had time to draw faces on them? one is him, one is jamil, etc, etc

silver gets one of those balloons that kalim drew on. look! it’s purple, like your eyes!

brought bubbles to school and had a rave in the courtyard

initiates snowman building parties but most of the time they don’t work out because these rambunctious nrc students will destroy the snowmen after class

(jamil will secretly repair these snowmen so kalim doesn’t find out octavinelle student A kicked a hole through frosty jr’s chest)

shares his scratch and sniff stickers with his classmates. there’s some whacky scents in there and honestly most of them smell foul

kalim knows this and ofc warns people beforehand. although, which ones smell good and which dont? sniff and find out ig

at least his presentations are the most entertaining. they’re extra as hell like he would sooner coordinate an entire skit than present normally

chances are he ends up improving some stuff because he forgets his lines rip. fortunately it is fun to make up a skit with kalim so, 9/10 for his groupmates, minus 1 point bc he sent them all in cardiogenic shock from his grand ideas. how in the world are they going to get, or even train an elephant for science????

if doing some kinda powerpoint, takes advantage of those fun transition effects and funny pictures. they may not be 100% relevant to the topic but he wanted you to see this baby koala anyway

Jamil

24/7 talking to himself in his head so he can have an intellectual conversation for once

when being particularly annoyed, he imagines the students or even the school burning. it oddly soothes his mind

avoids the window seat if the window is open. one too many bug accidents. there’s only so many tables jamil can char before he gets in trouble.

watch him pull out a hazmat suit when it’s time for flight class in june. fucking wasps.

pen flicker. he isnt aware he does this but its pretty cool to watch

see, jamil shares a class with azul. and with azuls annoying ass attitude and even more annoying twins tailing him, he’s resorted to keeping a pair of headphones on him at all times

do people not understand? if he’s sitting alone and has headphones in, it means he doesn’t want to talk!! cough cough take a hint

his only joy derives from watching the smug ass grin on azuls face disappear when he’s on a broom

long since stopped trying to reason with his fellow basketball club. ace can deal with floyd, he’s here to do his part and leave

unless they’re playing a match with another school. then get ur ass up, jamil is Competitive and wants the win for himself 

while his phone is on silent, the screen is always lighting up bc kalim loves to blow up his phone with messages

he can’t mute kalim in case the dude gets himself in a problem, so he’s dealing with links and images of dolphins while his class is learning about the components of pixie dust

rarely responds to these but will send occasional “cool”s or “kalim please focus in class” texts

the secret thing is, he is very fascinated by these links. educates himself with dolphin trivia, or whatever topic kalim has been interested in lately, for their future conversations

but he'd rather get buried alive than say that to his face

Vil

creative as hell he will find script ideas out of every class hes in (just like me fr <3)

smells so good. unbelievably good. its probably his own fragrance. it’s not on sale yet.

half the school has a crush on him but no one is brave enough to approach him like cater is

celebrity status AND dorm leader? thats like VIP status on top of VIP status. understandably, few try to approach him with further intentions than a fan/classmate

not cater though! he says he wants to take a pic with vil for the clout but thats definitely a farce. vil knows it, and cater knows vil knows it.

he got them teacher heels. you know those? you hear him long before you see him and you fix up your behaviour too. the power of those teacher heels.

non-pomefiore students either hate them or are so damn jealous of them. you’re getting coached by the vil schoenheit?? you get to see his face and hear his voice every day????

vil’s seen too many people sneak in and try to pass off as his dorm members. he’s amused but like, you can visit you know? just make sure to inform your dorm leader and go back before curfew. 

highly advises these students to leave everything as they found it. no dorm would tolerate students who cannot pick up after themselves

if somehow, these brave ass students ignore this advice, vil’s making them wash all 200 of pomefiores windows. inside and outside :) yes, this also includes the mosiacs

if you get this man for a presentation project, you’re either extremely lucky or very unlucky

on the bright side, he can lead a lot of the spoken parts but dont expect him to do it all. he expects you to know your parts and speak clearly

on the bright side again, he’s very thorough with research and citing. your profs love him

on the down side you cannot last minute rush this, if you were thinking of it. while he allows some leeway because emergencies and life happens, he will hunt you down so it will be finished at least a day prior. that is a threat.

Rook

knows your entire natal chart

serves u personal asstrology horoscopes. says shit like “your dad is back in your life because mars is in retrograde” and he’s right. why is mars doing the renagade and why is it so powerful???

draws the most detailed, obscure abstract art or the most realistic rendition of a real life object no in-between

was so excited to see leona in his class he has so much to tell him about his day, and what vils doing, and what new discovery science club made that week, and the pretty birds he saw this morning-

confidently writing his neige/vil fanfic in class. or self insert. really doesn’t matter because its actually written so beautifully he could convert you to any kind of ship or belief

in fact he most likely submitted fanfic for an assignment and gaslit the profs into thinking he went above and beyond what was required of him

this is an artistic vision, a romantic metaphor for the tale of the sleeping kingdom. the curse is actually symbolized through her crown!!

in the autumn he picks up a random leaf from the ground and it’s his muse for the day. you look over and theres some kid with a leaf on his desk? don’t mind him

reported on the first week for crawling around on all fours to get the optimal photo angle 

he still crawls around for the photo he’s just sneakier now

a kid who got exposed to creepypasta and has never been the same since

he has the old deviantart account to prove it

unintentionally kickstarts so many rumours because no one knows anything about his life before nrc

there’s ongoing theories that rook is secretly a vampire, or a descendant of royalty, or an undercover spy

the rumours were the worst during his freshman year because his behaviour was jarring to most students. rook had celebrity syndrome then, where people think he’s dating everyone he interacts with

though, self nicknamed “hunter of love”, confusion is bound to happen. does it mean homewrecking? harem collecting? matchmaking?? no one knows and no one is brave enough to find out

the joint cracker in class. leona hates him so much. one more crack and rook is gonna end up on the news

Epel

a little bit emo, bros been going through it all year give him some time

has and continues to paint his nails black but switched to colours in the second year

calls his phases in his life “eras” and whoever he was two months ago is not him anymore!! the past is NOT today!

found a way to shake the vending machine to get the snacks to fall down

the loud ass freshie during lunch. believed he was too cool for the cafeteria and ate in the halls

unfortunately he is once again, Too Loud and gets scolded by the teachers a lot

feral. absolutely feral. he has bit people and they have the bite marks to prove it

misgendering? insulting his friends? just overall being disrespectful? square up bitch.

the first years have a hard time wrangling in epel and deuce. pray for them.

still initiates snowball fights even after they got banned because the ignihyde students built machines to mass produce snowballs

jerked off the dildo they were supposed to practice putting a condom on. vargas is so so so disappointed

has an ungodly amount of deodorant in his bag and all of them are from vil

does he use them? hell no, they smell like old people. he has his own max spray. what do you mean it smells bad? this is what manly macho men smell like you wouldn’t get it

kicked a broken soap dispenser into the toilet. when asked, he’ll tell you that he doesn’t know what came over him

competitive in kahoot because he has an inappropriate username

nothing screams victory like standing on the 1st place podium as "ben dover"

being classmates with him is like, this dude next to you is making a portrait in minecraft pixel art??? what does this have to do with the god of mischief’s reign???

gotta admit it tho, he’s pretty damn talented.. wait what was the prof saying again😅?

Idia

theatre kid

but like, stage crew theatre kid

once hes got the drama kid complex in him, everyone whos not in the drama program are instantly peons to him

they just arent as fun, they dont understand the references, and they are overall total normies

attends class through his tablet most of the time so, in that era we had of online school, i think we all know idia was not actually paying attention

100% muted his classes to catch up on the episodes he missed

lectures? sure sure, he’ll record them and take notes later. now shh he’s hiding behind his laptop screen to play rhythm games. wheres the mute button irl???

starts attending class more frequently to bond over rhythm games with cater. if you hear two people in the back speaking some foreign language it’s probably them.

in fact im pretty sure that only these two will be able to understand each other with whatever strange terms and lingo they pull out of thin air

ortho is very very happy about this

one time in the bathroom, when he went to get soap to wash his hands, the fucking dispenser fell from the wall

went thru the 5 stages of grief and panic, and ended up fleeing and stressing if he would be caught and fined for this. officially the worst day of his life fr

if it was that rusty to fall from the wall, you can only assume that these people don’t wash their hands often

have you seen his lab card he’s about to drink chemicals

then again, he’s an energy drink person, so i suppose that unidentified lab chemicals arent the worst thing he’s put in his body

actually legally cannot talk to anyone because he gets overcome with a terrible affliction: he gets a crush on them :(

two days of saying hi to each other and idia is already imagining a fancy proposal

cant take that bitch anywhere

Ortho

barges into idias lectures to deliver him lunch because HE ALWAYS FORGETS IT.

sometimes he just sits and joins the class. can it be considered auditing?? hes certainly not taking notes hes just vibing

do you know who built him?? his big brother knows everything💕💕 so therefore ortho also knows lots of stuff :))

even takes the tests in that class and gets 90s on each one

all of idias classmates have such a hard time trying not to give the ortho pat pats

except cater he gets free reign because he’s always sitting by idia. they bond over music and ortho introduces synthetic tune ideas for their next club practice

unfortunately now ortho also has to remind cater to pls eat lunch. no, you cant live off on instant ramen and coffee-

freshman are escaped lab subjects and ortho is already pretty violent on his own, so ortho being a violent escaped lab subject is Not A Good Mix

don’t worry though he is very tame just don’t insult his friends

why only his friends? oh, you won’t be alive to insult his brother :)

jk, if you insult his brother you will be stuck on the “verifying file integrity” screen on 98% forever

with a gift of “lauren wants to play ;)” popup ads for life

if you really fucked up his beam is already 80% charged and ready for eradication

tinkers a lot with idia, so you will find some pretty snazzy gadgets in his bag that look straight out of a spy movie

laser pens, glitter bombs, and tracking devices!

the more dangerous gadgets are already programmed into his person, so don’t worry, these gadgets are just toys :D

the other first years get their hands on the pen and graffiti drawings of cr*wley as the princess sofia the first are engraved on the side of the school building

cr*wley does not recognize this as the insult it is, he’s “touched that his students think him worthy of princess status”

Malleus

no proof that he is even on school property

sometimes shows up to his classes, sometimes doesn’t, but it’s enough to guarantee a pass into the next grade

you know those kids that just stick by their mothers? yeah he’s either that with lilia or nowhere at all

once had almost tripped down the stairs and instead of facing that shame he decided to hover down

if you see some random dude hovering around don’t mind him he just Does That

has a notebook to jot down ideas for his next self-published book on gargoyles

he has so many ideas and is so passionate. hes just brimming to the lid with lore someone pls talk to him

casually talking to gao gao dragon and making doodles of his friend. takes him out on walks and shows him all the cool statues

was delighted when you got urself a tamagotchi so gaogao dragon can have a friend

grim is less than amused but knows better than to diss malleus

god forbid you ever be put in a group project with him you will not be able to reach him ever. you get his part in about 3 hours before your presentation. 

the rare times he gets to join the dorm leader meetings he spaces out a lot. his head is in the clouds bro 

when he’s back on his walks he loves to reiterate to lilia what he saw or what happened. sometimes questions about things he hears. whether lilia gives him a proper answer or not is up for debate

“I believe I saw a rainbow today. We don’t have those back at home, I wonder why that is.”

“There’s a story that the leprechaun fairy lurks at the end of these rainbows searching for a game of tag. Anyone who catches him gets one wish granted.”

“Hm, I’ll have to venture to the end of the rainbow next time to meet this ‘leprechaun fairy’. He would be a wonderful birthday present for Silver.”

Lilia

addresses the teachers by their first names and gets away with it

not because the teachers are okay with it, but because lilia speaks like hes sm older than them. sometimes even the profs feel obligated to call lilia “sir”

the diasomnia dorm members see lilia with a new variation of “#1 best dad” mugs, hats, and shirts every week. he says they’re gifts but who is giving them???

lilias got two pairs of the exact same shoes in two different colours so he can mix and match

lilia also bought two different shoes to mix and match. and by mix and match i mean hes got crocs on his left foot and converse on his right

not like anyone can rlly pay too much attention to it. his shoes are the least of ppls concerns bc hes ALWAYS UPSIDE DOWN

attends silver’s and malleus’ parent teacher interviews as their dad and refuses to take any objections from the staff

accidentally created life during the culinary crucible and jade wanted to keep the crawling little slug of mystery for his terrariums 

since that day, lilia has Officially been banned from taking the class again

everyone but lilia is aware of this ban

casually doing assignments while under the influence with full confidence

worst part is is that he gets better grades while doing this bc his sober self is even more nonsensical than his drunk or high self

history class is so funny. it’s like they took the history and made it into a childrens play: censored, skirting around words, along with fake propaganda!

casually drops the craziest lore in history. hes "correcting" trein on his lessons and informing him that the queen of Andalasia was not even from their world. her magic portal connects to a world with dimensions and laws more outlandish than that of the Queen of Hearts

lilia does not clarify which world this is nor how he knows. source: just trust him

knows alumni from way back. these alumni in question have no clue who the hell lilia is

NRC reunions consist of lilia greeting people like they’re friends and the alumni pick apart their brains trying to “remember” this alleged classmate of theirs

Silver

has perfected the technique of silent snoring

it doesn’t matter that there are 4 espresso shots in his cup he’s still zonked out by 3rd period

ofc he tried a method of putting in headphones and playing some metal music but the music was so loud thru his pearpods it was disrupting the class </3

deliberately sits next to kalim to see if his energy can rub off on himself and it worked for the first...30 minutes

yeah, kalim has a lot of energy but you know what he also has? a nice voice. snork mimimimi

he puts in extra effort to stay awake before animal linguistics however

doesn’t really need animal linguistics to understand his critter friends, but the more he learns how to communicate with them, the better, right?

when silver forgets his notes, a few moments later, a bird is delivering the sheets to him

they may not always be the right ones, but awww that’s adorable

always keeps nuts, seeds, and fruit in a little tupperware container for his furry friends <3

very passionate about environmental safety and care. if he catches you littering he will remind you why he’s mastered the art of the sword

attracts so many animals he even attracted this cat beastman. he’s purple! they just started talking and really hit it off

silver doesn’t know his name but leaves notes by his window for him. they keep exchanging notes like penpals :D

sometimes the notes even float towards him and boom, the kitty appears!

only person who knows about his penpal is lilia and lilia is acting so cryptic about the cat’s identity???

silver wonders if he can fit in a locker and he definitely let the intrusive thoughts win bc he climbed inside and closed the gate. 

sebek locks the lock for silver to get the “full experience” but it’s been 20 minutes and he doesn’t know how to blast open the locker without hurting silver

honestly tho, it kind of feels like those coffins from orientation. don’t mind him. if he can tune out sebeks voice, the dim lighting and enclosed space feels very comforting in a crib kind of way

Sebek

this goes one or two ways: he shouts the answers instead of putting his hand up or he raises his hand before speaking long after graduating

librarians hate him but he does have marvelous taste in books

he would be fantastic at writing essays because he has so much to say and is very opinionated 

english teachers love him, his classmates dont!

sometimes lilia tells sebek stories about the past and his only source was “ive been there” but the “a” in “a. liddel” did not stand for ass. his profs scolded him for saying it. lilia explain pls

hes way too gullible. keep him away from jade

never start anything with "did you know", you will find sebek drinking powerade and monster to test the rumour that you could grow wings if you combined them

took a dare to be handcuffed to jack for the day. the first years blew it up on magicam, its a trending nrc challenge now. 

but at least jacks good influence is rubbing off on sebek. hes more mindful of jacks sensitive hearing but that won’t stop him from dragging poor jack around the school looking for malleus

his phone is always going off in class. its not that he doesnt know how to silence it, he needs to keep it on in case of emergencies with malleus😡😡😡

the friend that tells you all your crushes are ugly and out of your league. 

he’s had a lifetime of having to see silver’s terrible taste in people

and malleus’ no taste in people, as he should

actually, it’s just his adopted brother that has shit taste in people. up your standards, silver, love at first sight doesn’t exist

personally victimizes scarabia student B for distracting you from your studies

if it’s not jack, sebek is the mom friend

speaking of moms, he bonds with deuce over loving their moms <3. they brag about their moms in the most loving way possible

yells at ace for calling them mamas boys and tells him that he will be struck by lightning on 3:02AM on a thursday

at exactly 3:02AM, he texts ace with something that truly looks like the worst kind of detailed, enhanced vocabulary copypasta imaginable

all ace responded with was a no bitches meme and no sebek hasn’t recovered